“At least we’re an organization of young entrepreneurs,” she whispered to me. “I hate flabby old men tricked up in leather.”I nodded back. I...was a little concerned myself that I might end up tied to some skinny nerd or homely pig for a night. Anything for the cause I consoled myself, and maybe I’d get a serviceable fuck out of it.Apparently, my offering was going to be the last of the night. Honor to the Chairman and all that. I just hoped that the right people were waiting for the “omnivorous. .. my cock wants you, its soo hard and waiting for your sweet pussy... I want you NOW!!"You stop sucking and move up to my waiting lips. I kiss you passionately and then you sit on top of me. I guide my cock slowly inside your wet, waiting pussy. You feel every inch push inside you. I moan out through our kiss and it slides in. I keep my cock deep inside you and you can feel it throb within your sweet pussy. You start moving in a slow up and down motion and groan out “MMMMM..oh baby it feels so. It wasn't pleasant, and I don't particularly like talking about it, but if I can get you off your damn gender horse by talking about it, then I suppose it's worth it."Dr. Abrams looked at him in stunned disbelief. "You're a rape victim?" Yes, I am. Last January, behind Thompson Hall. Four guys beat the living daylights out of me, and then one of them raped me. I just testified in the trial last week." Do you know why this happened, I mean, what was the motive?" Oh, it was a gay-bashing. I'm not. Darla gets home from her job at a dental office half an hour before me. Usually she uses that time to start dinner and change her clothes. Today she was wearing her work outfit and there were no pleasant smells wafting from the vicinity of the kitchen. When Darla changes her routine, something is wrong."Dick, we have to talk," she began nervously."Sure, Sweetheart," I replied smoothly as I dropped into my recliner, keeping the ball in her court. "What is it?" There's no easy way for me to tell.