"This building is the reason for the field trip being brought forward,"started Stacy when we were all seated. "Ingrid and Fran have already metBrenda...but I don't think that Helen and Jayne have."I looked at Brenda for a moment and then it dawned on me who she was. Ididn't say anything while I waited for the confused look to disappearfrom Helen's face. Helen eventually worked it out."I thought you'd never work it out," grinned Brenda in the same smilethat Andy had."Okay, now we know who. Don't you want to help a girl in distress?"Miss, I'm really sorry I can't help you tonight... Have youconsidered calling the police?" Matt... my problem is I need to get out of my current situation andjust need a car. Would five-hundred dollars cash help move thisalong?" I tried my best to not sound desperate.After a long pause. "I don't know Miss, this all seems a littleunusual and I really can't screw up this job."He didn't sound like he was pushing for more money and soundedgenuinely. She moaned on the fat man’s dick as Fausto slammed into her again and again. The fat man then reached down and slapped her face. She looked up at him hurt and confused and he spat right in her eye. She couldn’t explain why, but this turned her on like crazy. The fat man then slapped her right where he just spat and said, “Uma gata, uma gata!” which Roxy later learned meant she was pretty. Here she was being spit-roasted by two foreign strangers, cum dripping out of her ass, saliva dripping. I knew then that I wanted the strangeness of other men, their different bodies, voices, even colours. I wanted them to come to me with strong erect cocks, and I wanted to touch, caress, hold, kiss lick and suck on those cocks. I wanted to move beyond one man, to men. The essence of them. Their urgency, their desire, their relentless push towards my femaleness, my breasts, my mouth, my cunt, my anus. When I do take them, one after another, two at once, three at once, I imagine myself moving into.