With two fingers deep in his anus and pressing hard on the top of the gland, I hooked my fingers and then slowly pulled downward, squeezing the gland ...and manually forcing out the fluid. The result was as expected, a groan of mixed feeling, a need to urinate and an intense feeling in his prostate, but more of clinical nature than a sexual one. The first stroke on his gland produced a dribble of the pre-cum clear fluid, but the second one brought a healthy spurt of his pent-up collected seminal. “Shoes off too,” the order snapped from the men.“But ……,” was all she managed to say as she looked at the wet, dirty, slimy floor. A thudding blow struck her in the stomach and she doubled up gasping as the wind was knocked out of her.Colette was quickly swept off her feet in the arms of one of the men and she was bodily dumped right into the trough full of stale, putrid urine.Colette gasped and wailed in shock and disgust as the filthy, revolting wave of. It was the first really nice spring day we’d had since Easter, and the change in the air gave me the jitters. My panties felt damp and tight. After lunch, when I went into the girls’ room to pee, I took them all the way off — pulling them over my clunky saddle shoes — and stuffed them in the pocket of my uniform. It wasn’t a sin, I told myself, if nobody saw you. It was my body, after all. I was keeping it hidden, and anyway, Jesus never said you had to wear panties.Outside in the schoolyard,. ‘You’re not supposed to run from me,’ he hissed, moving faster.Morgan turned her head at the sound of a booming voice, locking eyes with Murph for a moment from across the woodland. He saw the confusion on her face as she studied him, a look of genuine surprise that slowly turned cold as he came into view.Instead of coming to him, her eyes narrowed and she turned, running full speed in the opposite direction away from him.Again.“No!” Murph snarled, sprinting with renewed vigor.She was quick,.