.. fucking... Slut!?"He grunted out the words in time to each fucking ass thrust as he hammered his prong down into me.Fucking... you!! Fucking your a...shole... ! Fucking your assshoooole!!" he gasped."Give it to her, boy!" His dad shouted from above my head. His hands came down and grabbed my legs, pulling them up and back against my chest, pulling my ass cheeks up off the table as Tony's cock speared in and out."Yeah! Yeah! Fuck her ass boy! Fuck her so hard she'll never sit down again!" He. She could feel it.She didn’t feel anxiety at being disconnected with her friends back in Los Angeles. In fact, she didn’t miss being there. Slowly, without being conscious of it, she’d grown to like the peace and isolation here. It was nice not to worry about fitting in, being part of the right group, or trying to rebel against Mom for more freedom.But, she missed Mom. She wished Mom could be here, be relaxed, and not constantly working to provide. When Mom was happy, she was wonderful. A stab. ’ I laughed.’Likewise, my love.’ He attacked my lips with a new vigor, if possible. His hunger rising with the moment, as does mine. We were both virgins. Infants with physical intimacy. But we would find our way. He continued his assault on my neck, leaving lots of love bites. His hand slipping down my side to the hem of my shirt, lifting it slightly. Asking silently for permission. I nod, knowing his question to continue his search of my body. He lifts my shirt, I help him by raising myself. The walls were covered with pictures of partiallyand totally naked men and women. Some were kneeling other tied to tables, andstrange furniture, others were apparently begging Cyn. Cyn was in some of thepictures wearing leather clothing and looking as if she was in complete control. "Jim, ever seen pictures like these?" I said no and acted shocked, howevermy erection was a dead give away. "This is my freedom room. Everyone in hereentered and released all of the problems, cares, and inhibitions.