Surprised, Jiri found himself enjoying Cindi's company. Her earnest, shy manner concealed a quick, dry, wit, and she was a good player. They chattered...on, and Jiri learnt that Cindi had been raised in Cairns, and had until recently been at James Cook. Out of polite interest he inquired about the reason for her switching to UNSW, but she simply let the question hang, unanswered, until he changed the subject.It was after midnight before Jiri realized the time, and, with lectures starting at 8am. ” I relaxed, and let it happen, and began to feel ease. I moaned, and my tears soon turned pleasure. He had accomplished in opening my virgin hole; open to his man force. He then he began pumping my hole hard and fast, he took full control of my tight ass, grabbing my buns slapping them to a tingle with reaction, and I cried out, “I love you; love what you doing to me with your big cock; it hurts good; I love your big cock.He responded, “My dick loves that ass more, it’s damn good; like fucking. Bradley takes one of the vacated seats. He looks around. No-one wants to strike up a conversation and he feels the same. The magazines, about cars, bikes and girls no longer interest him. Another dozen rise and exit. Bradley looks at them. They seem all the same build, same height.Running had never been an option. The runners were always found and then converted. What were a few days of freedom compared to eternity as a gaybot? At least that is what the department's advertisements. Slowly his hands begin to move again, under her shirt, her soft skin caressed by his rough. Kneading her flesh, she feels his hands make their way around to her stomach, sliding ever upward until they find her breasts. When his hands find her nipples, pinching them through the lace of her bra, she moans louder than she did before. The heat between her thighs growing, and she can feel the wetness between her legs. His fingers release her nipples, then he takes her breasts in his hands, his.