I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell everyone to shut the hell up and make the voices go away. Was I losing my mind? The room was spinning out of cont...ol at that point. I was afraid that I was going to die. And one voice spoke louder than the rest, desperate in its pleading, "No, Jacob, please, I'll do anything!" Then there was the sound of a door slamming and fists pounding against it. Other sounds followed and then there was blackness.Whispering. Whispering voices touched me from far away.. It is quite common to see the men on street corners being violated if they are don't meet standards. And the ones on the streets have no rights and not even protected by the authorities.But for the others, they are often violated and groped in public but don't have to submit unless the mate is higher class. Most of the time, they can refuse but if you belong to an elite class then you cannot refuse. Sex is quite rough and it is common about half of male population do not make it out of college.. He explained he was on a ship that was making port at 6PM there on the base. He wanted to know if I wanted to pick him up and go to my place and fuck. Of course I said yes. So at 6PM, I drove a short distance and picked up the biggest black guy I had ever met, who was going to fuck me. Oh my word. He asked me if I had bought the booze he requested and I told him I did. I couldn’t wait to suck his cock.We got to the park and to my space and got out and went inside. He made the RV shake. It is. It was getting to be overwhelming. At least she didn't need to work this weekend. What a relief! Mark was still at work and she knew not to expect him for an hour or so. He always tended to work late. She was about to sit down and relax when she saw a note on the kitchen counter."Lou: Read me", it said in Mark's handwriting."Probably another of Mark's corny treasure hunts", she thought and smirking, opened the note. "My Dear Lou," the note began, pretentiously. "We have talked for awhile about.