"What...", is all you get out before his hands slaps you again."Cut that...", SMACK. Your cheek burns as the pain spreads.Not wanting another, you fal... silent. Your questions will have to wait."Good. Maybe you've finally learned.", he comments as he turns away and walks across the room.Taking this opportunity, you look around and see that it looks like you are in a basement somewhere. There are concrete block walls, concrete floor, beam ceiling, wires and pipes running through and over the. Maybe you can help me practice sometime.”“Yeah. Want something to drink?”“Do you have apple juice?”“We do. Be right back.”They sat in the living room sipping their beverages. “You’re cool with me being gay,” asked Zion.Devino contemplated for a moment. “I have no issue with that. You feel that way you feel.”“Do you have any gay friends?”“Yes.”“Most boys at school pick on me or avoid me.”“That’s cause we’re dumb when we’re young. Give it time. Plus, a few of ‘em might just like you and don’t. She gave me a mischievous grin as my pace quickened, pumping her impossibly tight vagina as best I could at our awkward angle. Not that standing doggy was a bad position, I wasn’t going to protest, but our height difference and the small space made it clumsy. That wasn’t going to stop me from having a good time though. I continued to rock my hips back and forth, working my shaft inside her over and over as I massaged and, if I’m honest, played with her magnificent breasts. She kept her hands on. So if you see my truck parked here – run - don’t walk – look for me high on that hill on the right where the bare log is or step into the woods to the left and stay close to the power lines. If I am not here then there were no cars in the parking lot ( ie: no one to play with ) and I have therefore hit the trail to the left and am doing the Trail of Tears run. It takes about an hour and I will be back. I always pop out of the woods 2 poles down so I can check that log and the parking lot. If.