They had even accused, by innuendo, several non-members. It seemed more and more that 'the press' was willing to sacrifice the innocent in order to cr...ate a story.Ok, I understood the need for a 'free press', but sometimes that 'press' did irresponsible things in the name of a story. The visual media would spend an entire segment belittling or ridiculing someone, and if they discovered new information showing that the press was in the wrong, they made a 10 second apology (or a single paragraph. She looked back at them, far more serious than any of them might have expected, daring them to judge."Anything we can do?" Briana asked, quietly."Don't ask me," she said, firmly. "Ask Marcus, he's still here..." I'm fine... " he muttered, easing himself away. He kept his gaze down on the floor, though. "I'm... I'm sorry, Bri. I didn't think about..." Hey... it's OK. I've been through too much shit to worry about who doesn't like that." They all looked, except Marcus, but none of them asked.. I walked around them all a good few times, a few of the hot chicks seemed to have an attitude, and were yelling at people passing by, so my list ended up being 3 girls in particular. I ended up going round in circles not being able to decide which I fancied most, building up the nerve to approach one of them, and I realised time was getting short - if I missed the last train back to the apartment it'd cost a fortune in a taxi, so it's now or never. I walked around again and decided to go with. I looked up to see my fully erect, oil-covered cock being pumped in her hand. Then saw her make a fist with her other hand.I was puzzled for a second, then felt her ram her fist hard against the underside of my balls. It wasn’t like a punch or anything, but she forced it really hard against the space just under my testicles. She pushed her clenched fist down into my perineum, then rammed it up again into the underside of my balls.“Uhghhghghghg fuck!” I muttered. She was forcing the cum out of.