A predator with boldness and confidence would find me an easy prey tonight.It wasn’t long before I was approached with an offer to buy me a drink. H... was clean shaven with short, close cut hair, a fade maybe? He’s large framed but not fat or obese, a football players build, probably in his early thirties. His hands were rather large and later I found to be soft. His button down shirt, jacket and slacks were stylish and they fitted him nicely. His dark complexion framed a radiant white smile.. I was sipping my drink when I felt a hand grabbing my butt and a rough whispering voice by my era “Hey k**, how about coming in the bathroom with me? I’ll give you a dink far better than that vodka of yours…” I was astonished…First of all, I wasn’t a k**. I was eighteen since last midnight. Secondly, I suspected I would have to take that drink straight from its long meaty bottle…I turned around and was faced by a man in his mid forties, tall and well built, with a black pony tail. Behind him,. One was carrying two cameras and a tripod. I met them at the door and spoke to the cameraman. "Guaranteed disease free?" I asked. "Without a doubt," he replied. "At what you're paying I can be sure. That and the fact that you promised to put a hit out on me and the guys if anyone catches anything from this." Let's do it," I replied.Three of the men began to strip. One walked over to the bed and began to stroke David's back. He added more lube and began working it into David's ass. "You. ‘Don’t move, honey. I wouldn’t want to cut you.’ Sliding the blade under the front of her bra, he makes one more slow saw motion and then spreads her clothes apart, reaching again for the wet paintbrush after sliding the blade back into the grip and putting it away. She tries to lean up on her elbows, but he pushes her down with one hand in the center of her chest with a wicked little smile. She resists briefly, but doesn’t last long before she’s splayed back on the table. He nods and surveys.