Sitting there he sniffed and realized that he could still smell and taste her on his face. The memory of being trapped under her beautiful body brough...t a fresh wave of terror. That wasn't the only feeling that thinking of her caused, though. It was humiliating, but he couldn't deny the arousal he felt. How could he be turned on by someone who had treated him so badly? Why couldn't he bring himself to flee? He closed his eyes, trying to ease the headache that made it so hard for him to. I couldn’t help but turn, I couldn’t believe how forward and open this guy was about looking for Gay sex. He was a tall black guy, dressed in a t shirt and jeans. I didn’t answer, I just turned back around and walked into a booth. He walked in behind me. I don’t know why, the lust in the air, the throbbing cock in my pants, I didn’t object and instead sat down. He now stood before me and me and he started to undo his jeans. He let them fall to the floor. In the dimly lit video booth, I could. Sarah looked at me with disgust and hatred. I smiled.She turned her ass towards us and bent over, slowly pushing her fingers up under the elastic lining of her panties and pushed them down, unveiling the tight pink asshole and carefully shaved pussy. Impulsivly, we all reached out and and began to feel her. "Damn she feels soft!" John said. "Her skins burning." Rowan added. "Yeah," I laughed, "Burning with rage!" Sarah pulled away and looked back at me furiously, tears streaming down her face.. The shock of betrayal cut through my numbness. Doris was seated on Tom’s lap, fingers framing his face. Both were intent on their exploration, lips locked. “Doris!” My voice projected the misery of the past week into a single exclamation They parted their lips, looking into each others eyes for immeasurable amount of time before looking over. My fingernails dug into the pad of my hand, bright stabs of pain centering me in the rage I could feel. I could feel you shaking at my elbow and knew that.