She didn’t care. Boys. Girls. As long as they had tongues and fingers and lips and pricks where pricks counted. Above them were the shadows of other... dancing and twitching energetically in the moonlight, lit up occasionally by the vast strobes of light flashing from the stage. Kirsten occasionally caught snatches of tunes as they thundered by. Was that fucking Fatboy Slim? And later she was sure she heard the distinct beat and vocals of ‘Age of Love’. Occasionally, she looked into the faces and. One couple to my left started whispering andgiggling.Unfortunately my nightmare was just beginning. The girls returned. One ofthem holding a phone as if she was reading a text but I could tell fromthe way that she kept on glancing at me that she was probably filming me.I turned my head slightly."Excuse me? Do you have the time?" the one without the phone askedsweetly as her friend stood next to her pretending to read something onher phone.I would have pretended to not speak English except of. Slowly, she relaxes and her eyes close before she nods and sags in my hands. Zoey settles onto her heels and turns away from me, avoiding my eyes. She’s stooped over in front of me, holding and massaging her throat, head bowed. I’ve hurt her and I hate myself for it. I’m overcome with guilt and I suddenly need to hug the ridiculous woman in front of me. I want to comfort her and apologise, but I know it’s no use. ‘Why do you have to be so aggressive, Zoey? I don’t want to hurt you.’ Sighing, I. Once in there he announces to the crowd that his slave is for the entertainment of them for the evening, for whatever use they want. I am soon lead away by a group of young men to their table, where I am fondled then repeatedly fucked in all holes by them over their table. After them, another man put on a show whos cock must of been at least 13 inches long and as thick as my arm, apparently none of the other women would let him near them because he was so big, but they were all urging him on as.