I smiled inwardly. For the first time Neil couldn’t decipher what I had in mind. I looked at him seriously and said, ‘Their work is good and they ...re desperate for good contacts and we are a huge contact.’ Neil pondered over it and nodded silently. ‘That’s a good decision,’ he said and then I heard him mumble, ‘They are desperate.’ ‘What?’ I asked him. Neil shook his head and said, ‘We need a 3d artist though. It is expensive to contact a studio all the time and even I am not good with the 3d. I heard one guy say, "I think he likes hard! Give it to him hard!" The stranger pulled out and slammed his cock back into my ass. "ARRRGGGG!" I let out a groan and scream as discomfort rocked my body. He did it two more times as the men around me encouraged him. He then started to fuck me in long deep strokes not pulling out all the way. This felt better although my ass was still uncomfortably stretched. However, I was really starting to enjoy his thick cock sliding deep into me. It. The young woman sitting in front of me giggled hearing the rumbling stomach. ‘You must be hungry aren’t you Marc,’ she stated to me giggling. ‘Uh yes I am actually,’ I honestly replied. Our food arrived and we started to eat our lunch. We have talked for about an hour mostly about her family, her job, and her dreams in life. Sara Ibrahim grew up in a small village thirty minutes from the capital. During the tyrant’s regime her older sister was kidnapped and raped by the tyrant’s eldest son,. I kicked myself mentally for being so biased when I wanted others to think first before acting.After school, the music room was busy again and I just stopped in for a moment. The boys were back to playing and perhaps this political sidetrack would not hurt them.During the day I filled out my newest booklet on my fictional life with the mob. I stuck the photos in the back where they could be found. In a way, I felt bad about my duplicity. I had sex with Alice and I couldn't help feeling bad.