I grab my strap-on cock by the shaft and press it against yourswollen asshole. ?Do you want this?? I taunt. ?Please fuck me...? You whimper.I start to... push my hips forward, still guiding the head of the cock as I pressthe tip into your slightly stretched hole. You want this so badly that youbegin to push back against me, bearing down so that we are working togetherto impale you on my strap-on. A low steady groan escapes your lips, pure pleasurejudging by the tone and your backwards pushing.. The door opened and closed. Craig heard light footsteps behind him. His ass clenched in time with the small spasms shaking his cock. Someone grabbed his right wrist and lifted it, fastening it into a padded loop over his head, then did the same with his left wrist. He bit back a protest at the last minute, since "Shut up" seemed to have no wiggle room. A sliding sound resulted in a puff of air at his face, and his head was pushed forward, neck rubbing against an unseen boundary. Clicking sounds. The less you attach to something, the less you’ll have to remember. She didn’t want to remember tonight. She wanted to forget every second of it as soon as her inevitable hang over passed in the morning. She couldn’t have been older than 16 or 17. Her youthful face was marred by the black bags under her eyes. She was clearly not new to the club scene. ’11:45 pm.’ I replied. I said nothing else. I liked playing this game. If they didn’t want to talk, neither did I. It was fun watching them. Monique was confused and had no idea what he meant or what was near her car hole that was of interest."What be over there?" she asked getting to her feet and chasing after him. There was no answer.She followed John. Wandering away from the area near the light of the torches it was more difficult to see where he had gone. So she just headed out to the garage hoping to find him there. As she approached the garage she felt his hands reach out and pull her tight to his body. "Please, John, you.