The hardest days were on Sundayís I would have to sneak out early and disappear for the day. I usually would head to the library or hitch hike ...into Seattle.On this particular Sunday I decided to go into Seattle. I walked out to the highway and stuck out my thumb. I caught a ride with Mike. He was in his 30ís and managed a local Ace hardware store. We started talking and he asked me why I was going to Seattle. I told him just to hang out and about the situation with my dad. He. We held that position for some time and did not released from us.After few moments, we freed ourselves and was caressing each other on the bed. She proposed me as my lover and that she was feeling excited through-out the day with me. I was glad to hear this and accepted her by sharing a deep kiss on her lips. I praised her for perfectness in all standards. We had few cookies and started talking casually after that. We didn’t bothered to be naked all the time and played few fun games on the bed.. He cracked the whip in the air, and Honey yelped through fear alone, making the crowd of leering males and women laugh at her all the more. Honey’s cock stiffened and rubbed the leather padding as she squirmed; her little balls and anus tingled as she viewed some of the males to the side of her, stroking large erect cocks; they would enjoy her whipping, and honey rubbed her stiff cock on the now slippery leather and her soft belly as she now relished the cruel kiss of the whip. She was not. Just a simple human reaction, even from these monsters, is at least something to break up the hum-drum nothingness of my sexually enslaved existence. I imagine what the men are seeing now - a beautiful, slender girl kneeling naked, long scarlet hair flowing down her back, sucking enthusiastically - SLORP! SLURP! - making those sounds with my lips sealed tightly around this new cock. I try to forget about my past life in moments like this. I try to forget about anything that might pull me out of.