Being a city boy, this was new, I'd never seen anything that long before. The girls saw me looking down at the horse's cock and they both began to lau...gh."Oh, Colleen, I bet this city boy has never seen a big one like that before." Oh, I bet he's never even used his own before. At least with a girl." Aw, come on, girls, I've done plenty." Yeah, but we mean with girls, not by yourself, Matt."Then, Sara, grabbed my arm and pulled me into a vacant stall and pressed her hand over the bulge in my. Childish, yes. But why should I be the only one hurting? I guess I was pretty fucked up, but that is what I wanted.It took a while before it worked. She built half-sentences until she came to sensitive material. Then she'd stop, deciding on how to phrase it loudly yet safely in this public place. That would be where I'd punctuate whatever she said with another "what?" — a silly game, I know. One day it would shame me. But right now I could not resist. By the time I finished my beer, tears ran. I was getting hot listening to her and wondering if she was making some kind of pass or just seeking information."Have you and your girlfriends ever played around?" Once with my friend Amber." How was that?" It was fun I guess." Did you know that me, your cousin Bree, and your aunt Kat, are all bisexual?" I heard that you all were, but didn't know for sure." Do you mind if I sleep nude, I'm more comfortable that way."She shook her head, so I removed my nightie. She stared at my big tits and. It's all about being inside the poor bastard's mind. Unless you totally botch it, he will talk before he dies. They don't always tell you everything, but usually it's because you don't know what to ask.Getting an elaborate story under torture is not easy, but a simple yes or no isn't difficult at all. Even an address isn't hard, but complicated thoughts are more difficult. For instance a list of names is seldom complete. Almost always there are one or two that get passed over the first few.