He arrived at the premises less than five minutes later to find a scene straight out of hell. Bodies in blue uniforms lay everywhere, the entire scene... painted in the rich carmine hues of fresh blood. He stared numbly for a moment, wondering how something like this could possibly have happened. He finally tore his eyes from the grisly scene and hurriedly put in the call for ambulances and back up before searching for survivors.Mark was the only person he found still alive among the carnage, and. Her husband had joined in this foray, his hands slipping the jacket from her shoulders. Hands moving and accommodating this shedding process but still able to explore and arouse without losing the momentum. The skirt skillfully unbuckled. A short half step so it was free. The soft fold of the shirt removed again; no loss of arousal. Not the burlesque of the stripper, nor the boldness of the lap dancer, just her lover helping to shed the outer of elegance to expose the inner of lust. As the. I was completely lost. Men were fucking me and I was sucking cock after cock, men sucked and rubbed and pinched my nipples and I just started to cum again. I swallowed a couple more hot sticky loads and I felt a couple more men cum deep inside my cunt. I had a thick cock all the way down my throat, I could feel his cum pumping right down and I barely had to swallow his thick wads, when I felt someone trying to slip his cock into my arse. I'd had anal sex a few times before, but I wasn't too. Milton will see younow, he's in his studio, just through those doors on the left." Thank you," I say, before turning and walking purposefully throughthe marked double doors. I only get a few steps before I see my mentorpoke his head out of a side door."Hey, man," Stuart says, walking up and giving me a supportive pat onthe arm. "How are you doing?" Dunno whether to cry, scream or punch a hole in the wall," I reply,earning a sympathetic smile. "Ugh, I- I dunno. Nineteen years ofneglect and now.