I sat up, still nude of course to see my clothes discarded to the side on the floor, and I sat semi-prose trying to piece together the events, but som...how could not get past the champagne at 1pm in the afternoon, the rest was just a blur, and I felt sick in my stomach, how many men had taken advantage of the lax in my social skills?'You want some black coffee girl'?I turned to see my old neighbour with a look of triumphalism in his eyes, and as I looked, the flashbacks of him on top of me came. Roles were made clear. René had guessed his lover would receive him. When they felt their cock rising again, after a little sucking of nipples and more kissing, Alain took his position on all fours and closed his eyes. René started by kissing his small round buttocks, then moved to the crack and licked his lover’s hole. He licked well and deep. Alain moaned. René turned him on his back and got on top of him. Somewhere, somehow, they had decided to fuck missionary-style. Alain was not used to. Then he took a series of me nude, starting at cheesecake, and working up to one with me masturbating while sitting on the floor, my back leaning against the wall. Then of course was the payment. My agent paid for a basic series, but Chet had given me an extra shooting, so I took him into my mouth so he could do even more shooting. And he set up his camera on a tripod with this long cable thingie and took more pictures, including one after he had blasted my face and he told me to look at the. I looked down into the muddy street below and saw a solitary boot sitting forlornly by itself. It was quite a distance from the body of the recently departed and it took a moment for me to associate it with the remains of that lifeless blob. It seemed impossible that the man had been slammed so rudely from his footgear but the evidence was right there in front of my face.The recently rescued Mormon survivors were noticeably upset by the violence, but I suspected they had seen their share in.