. Sensing that I would no longer resist him Danny removed the pressure on my back. Though I was free now I made no move to escape. Instead I spread my...legs obscenely to allow him to plunge his fingers deeper into my sopping cunt. Danny got between my legs and pushed a third finger up me as Steve moved closer and placed his hand on my head d as I buried my face in the blanket. Suddenly Danny’s fingers pulled out of me as I was lifted onto my knees. Startled and confused I raised my head and was. He leaned over, his lips almost touching her ear, a strand of black hair gently brushing her cheek. He spoke in a slow deliberate manner his voice barely above a whisper, ‘Do not resist, you will obey me, understand that you are powerless.’ She was terrified but try as she might she could not move, couldn’t speak. She wanted to scream, run as far away from this odd man as possible but it was as though she was frozen to the spot. The man turned swiftly on his heel, tossing his head so that his. ?There we go, now lick it up, clean my dick off,slaveboy?.that?s it.? Finally Coral pushed Basil?s head back. ?Nowswallow?don?t you spit it out.? Coral pulled Basil?s hair back until he wasfacing the ceiling, and had no choice but to swallow the transsexual?s fetidsemen. Finally, Coral was bored with Basil, and left him in thebathroom to get himself together. Basil?s dick was amazingly enough, harder than ever?But heshoved his penis into his pants, and zipped himself up, and put his belt. 11th, a day that the world I thought I knew became a horrible fantasy.On Sept. 10, 2001, I was a relatively young newspaper employee. I lived about an hour from Shanksville, Pa., the site of the crash of Flight 93.I was in my early 30s, naive and immature. I was clinging tightly to my fading youth and just as tightly to my rapidly evaporating idealism.I had worked late Monday night because I was supposed to be off work on Tuesday. I had put away three or four beers when I finally got home and.