Now, you are almost mine. You are a lover who gives pleasure freely to another, but is reluctant to accept it in yourself. Your mind is too busy, your... soul too withdrawn to easily submit to that utter vulnerability. No matter how much I feel you are mine, how the way you taste, the way your scent has changed to something more heady, heavier and potent, one sound, one movement can pull you out of the web of pleasure I weave. Your head turns away, (to the window where the sound of a car reminds. .I might maybe slightly like you” I whispered not looking at him, I could tell he was shocked “what” he said “don’t make me say it again” I said “no its ok but, I just thought, you’re gay?” he said, I stood up quickly “no! I’m not gay” I yelled “it’s ok Jack, we’re the only ones here, you can tell me” he said standing up with me “but I’m not friggin gay, I only like you” I said “well maybe your bi” he said “but, I don’t get it, it’s so hard” I said “I know it is, but it’ll get easier” he said. I noticed the footsteps passed my sack at the end of the bed and I heard no sounds of rustling like the sounds of gifts filling my sack only the footsteps coming around to the side of the bed, “Ok this is weird” I said to myself as I felt the bed covers that hung over the side of the bed moving. I now froze once more and started breathing heavily again, I felt a warm leather gloved hand stroke my penis under the cover, “What the heck is going on” I thought as my penis started to get stiff from. Leslie began to scream, butfelt a rough hand cover her mouth, as she felt his bollocks slap into herbuttocks. She screamed behind the hand as his phallus thrust itselfremorselessly into her anal passage, thrusting itself deep within her,pushing deeper inside always onwards, seeking to pleasure itself at herown suffering.He thrust harder, pushing her stomach onto the top of the bench. Justthen another man walked on by. Leslie felt her shame grow as the manbehind her invited the other, an.