Somehow they reacted like I wanted and ran. I chased them until they started to split up and tried to hit both with at least some of the remaining wat...r.With me unarmed so to speak, they stopped and returned with a serious look on their damp features. KhAvar said, "Why did you do that?"I turned to Patricia and asked, "Will you tell her the whole story, starting with the way you acted before and after?" I was... acting in a way that Jón did not approve of. He..." Tell her the way you acted.". After another couple of efforts I felt this burning agony as he inserted the head. To me it felt like a watermelon had been shot up my ass.With a calming hand on my thigh Jon calmly said, “It’s normal. Just relax your muscles and give it a few seconds. It’ll grow accustomed to the size.” He was right about one thing, my anus relaxed after a moment. But I didn’t grow accustomed to it. I wanted more! I was taking so much pleasure from having a cock up my ass that I wanted more cock, another cock,. I don’t know what he hits me with, but it does its job – and I’m out. *** She’s choking me. Crow is choking me. I can’t breath. I can’t do anything. I can’t break away. I can’t move my arms. She’s hurting my arms. Everything hurts – but she doesn’t stop choking me. I thrash. I thrash and smack my head against the concrete wall, and wake up. I realize why I’d been dreaming that. I’m chained to a wall – two handcuffs hold my wrist above my head, while a solid steel collar tied to the floor. Thinking about it stirs my arousal even more, and I wish I wasn't carrying this sugar because I want to reach one hand down my pants and finger myself. I think about it for a few more minutes... after all, it only takes one hand to hold the sugar and one to finger.. but no, it's too risky. What if I trip over a rock or something and need the other hand to catch myself from falling... I don't want to break the sugar bag open, because I tripped. The next curve in the path takes me right up near.