No condoms. My God! I could catch a sexual disease! I knew I could not get pregnant but what about herpes, HIV, Gonorrhea and all those other things? ...ow many men fucked me? How many men did I suck off? Are they trying to kill me?Despite this going through my mind, I kept rubbing my clit and slowly bouncing up and down on the two rubber cocks. I could feel tears running down my cheeks. I was crying because I could not stop myself. I could never make love with my husband again. I could spread. A few minutes later, our necks roped together in a coffle,we were dragged out of the temple and to the outside. We were notallowed to stop. Pulling us along ,with spears jabbing our backs, themen took us into the trees where others were waiting with horses. Theyall mounted and dragged us behind them, stumbling in our sandals andchains, up to the mountain pass.The stony track narrowed at the pass. I cried out in horror. Severalwomen's bodies lay there by the side of the track. They had been. "I didn't mean to do anything like that. I’m sorry." Don't be silly," I said, "It's me who did all the doing. It's me that has to apologise."She stood up, wiped her face with another tissue, and started for the door.Despite her words, she was radiating sexual desire, and my penis was threatening to rip through my shorts. I wanted to say: “Don’t go. Stay and we’ll have a good fuck”, but I was not going to force myself on her, and I didn't want to do anything to spoil her friendship. So feeling 100% better, andremembering that I was totally gonna ask Rebecca out tonight, I walked outthe door feeling like a million bucks. I poped in my earbuds and cranked upmy iPod as I strolled to school. Everything was right in the world. Theweather was a little chilly, but I knew it would warm up. There where perksto living in San Diego. As I walked to school, I started to noticesomething different. My strides shortened, and my sandals started to feel abit tighter and different. Stopping.