"Hey honey, you look like you had a really good workout today, from the size of those wet patches under your arms and under your shorts," Charlie said... smiling, and giving me a hug and a kiss as I ran back in to the house.I have a feeling I blushed, though I hoped Charlie would think it was the flushing from the run, because I'd just had the best sex with him for years, but the wetness under the crotch of my shorts was more from thinking about our sons fucking me than from the run. I went to. “the guys are already here and they can’t wait to **** you and beat you up” the manager said. “I can’t wait either” I said while winking my eye. He just smiled and guided me through a door in his office. In that room was a leather couch and a bed. He locked the door behind me. There was no way back. I was about to be ****d and abused by guys I never met before.The waiting took longer than I expected but suddenly a door opened on the other side of the room and 10 huge black guys came in. without. Smaller than a grapefruit, larger than an orange, or a Goldilocks might have said, 'just right.' Though I don't believe that Goldilocks was into eighteen year old girls, no, make that women. But of course I, your humble correspondent, you may call me Gary, definitely was. And am! And ever will be!Yet as has often been said, in a reverse context, size doesn't matter. When women speak of cocks, some may care about size, others maybe not. And I guess it must be also true of our gender. Of course a. Thank you sister,… swollen and stiffly rigid if you please……We‘ll be down to join you presently. Heil Hitler!”She turned to Chloe- Rachel smiling.“ How did I sound?…Like an authentic Aryan super bitch, or not?”------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Frau Doktor Webber pushed back her chair from the command console and stretched languorously.“Chloe, keep an eye on Arran for a few minutes,…I should check in with Katja and.