The all-purpose victim.No girlfriend, no affection, no affirmation of self-worth. He was starved for sex. He craved to be touched, just to be touched ...in a loving way by a woman. He had even, on a couple of occasions, worked up the courage to ask a classmate for a date. The girls had laughingly turned him down. Unwanted. Rejected. A reject, that's what he was.Was. That was the past, but this was the present. He had done a lot of thinking while serving time in that damn prison of a school. He was. As he continued to fuck me on the sofa, whoever he was. I realized I did not know this hunk at all and had only met him in that trashy bar an hour or two ago. so slut, too sleezy, for me to do that. Easy. I was easy because this was being very easy. He groaned to me. Or into me. I looked up into his eyes, my mouth open? he panted, are you on birth control? he askes. yes why? I have cum up you pussy. yes…I know. my heart raced: oh wow that was so fucking hot. He did me..anyway. I flet my self. “Liz!” I said in exasperation.“It’s no different than when I called him for help,” she said.“It’s way different,” I said. “You were asking for routine background checks. He could find the names in the hospital directory. I can say with almost complete assurance that no state, federal or local laws were violated.”Liz rubbed her eyes.“And they will be this time,” she said.“Oh, yes,” I said with a nod.Liz sighed.“I can call it off,” I said. “I thought you understood what you were asking.”Liz. .” Rachele suddenly protests, but Ghok doesn’t immediately react. “Wait... !” she insists in a louder voice. She holds his belly back just enough to impede his thrust and get his attention. “Are you about to cum?”Ghok simply looks down at her with a guilty look in his eye. He is still thrusting back and forth, still sampling her delights, yet very gently—as if he hoped she wouldn’t notice him... “Fuck, Ghok,” she sternly chides him. “Don’t forget I need to cum too.” Then as an afterthought, she.