I didn't struggle much as I was pulled deep into a very secluded area. My attacker was a very handsome tall black man with wide shoulders and a bright...smile. 'Why watch when you can participate, or are you one of those that just like to watch. You know I've been watching you as you walked around.' I shook my head in the negative as he undid his zipper and fumble around for a minute. Not knowing what to do I just stood there looking from his crotch to his face, finally he found what he was. She went on; “He had fitted the probes and I knew what that meant, but strangely I had forgotten the needles.”“He had me turn over and as I lay down flat with my head resting on the table my spine and shoulders were literally aching from the hard and unforgiving whipping and the wax. Thoughts were running through my head and I was wondering if ever in this tables long history, had some other poor victim laid down in exactly this position, I knew I always had, my mind wandering and hoping I. He is taller, more athletic, and with his outgoing personality, has been a magnet for the girls around him.In fact, we were together the first time we meet Juice at the gym. It was Tom who struck up a conversion with her, while I quietly listened in the background. Who would have thought that I would have my sexual fantasies fulfilled with Juice and then have it continue with my relationship with Stretch?It was an early Friday evening when I decided to drive over to Tom’s, to pass on a weekend. I, on the other hand either lookedat JC Penney catalogs and fantasized about wearing the pretty clothing,or isolated in my room, clad in my sister?s clothes staring at myreflection masturbating. It was during a late afternoon in August of last year of 1996 when Markand I were shooting pool at the clubhouse in our apartment complex. Wewere both dating but nothing serious as we both recently broke up withour girl friends. As men do, we were having a conversation about sex, andhow much we missed.