Kat huddled on the floor, curled into a ball and pretending to be terrified. Inside she was seething. She would give a year's pay for a chance to show...that bastard what it meant to be manhandled, but her best defense right now was invisibility. After the men who had captured her left the room and the other guards went back to standing in front of the exits, Kat slowly sat up and raised a hand to her jaw.She had gotten harder blows in training, but she had been wearing protective gear and the. “Looks good huh”? I respond, teasingly. Putting on the chest protector, I skipped the jersey—about to get wet and muddy anyway. I slide my big ass size 12 jock feet into the Alpinestars--$700 Italian moto boots, and just smile, thinking to myself how lucky I have been to have all this stuff. With the three of us now geared up, we fire up the bikes, now waking everyone that was asleep, lol, and head for the field. As expected, it was sloppy as a well used ass. Slippin and slidin was about all we. Some woman was egging him on. "Fuck her good Steve. Give it to her, she likes it." I didn't know what to make of this. I wasn't embarrassed, I was more aroused. I liked it that people could see me having sex, even if it was just finger fucking. I didn't want to cum on Steve's fingers, I wanted to cum on his cock. I leaned up and kissed him. I was hot and ready. I whispered in his ear, "Please fuck me. I want your big cock in me." "Okay, Baby, you're going to get Stevie's monster in your pussy.". Body crunched up with a distant sorrowful expression. She clenched that talismanic handkerchief in her hand.Caught in a loop of guilt and regret, too many distended thoughts paralysed my mind. The teaspoon jangled in the mug; it called time on the distance between us. Walking, my hand trembled, and the liquid sloshed with each short step.“Strong sweet tea, it will help.”Lost, still gazing at the opposing wall, “Merci.”Softly spoken, distant, not a glimmer of the woman I knew. I took an adjacent.