I understood the girl love better than I understood why they loved me. After Nanette’s divorce a few years ago, she pretty much gave up on men and h...ad several girlfriends. Sophie had been dominated by Brittany, though I think she was a more than willing participant and had plenty of girl-girl experience before she spent a year in Brittany’s bed. Donna was a different matter. She’d been in a long-term hetero relationship that she broke off, mostly focusing on me but taking the women in the pod. She dug her nails into his ass as she pumped. She squeezed so hard she drew blood then sunk her nails into his back and left tracks that were sure to scar.“Mags I have changed my mind, instead of calling the cops could you call up some of our Hermie friends down at the club for a shot at this pathetic loser’s ass?”“No no no, please call the cops or just let me go, I won’t hassle you ever again”“Oh sure you won’t, and why should we believe a loser like you? Mags you got a camera handy?”“You bet. What will you have?"Nick looked at Lilly and asked, "How do you like your steak?"Lilly replied, "A little pink inside."Nick chuckled, "Two medium well with French fries on hers, and bring Petra's usual." What did I say?" Lily said."You said, a little pink inside. I like my women that way."Lilly leaned across the table and hit Nick in the arm again."You are going to give me a bruise if you don't quit that." Good! You deserve it. Besides, I don't think I could hurt you anyway."Nick smiled at. I feel the hands on my head release their grip,and, desperate for the breath of air, I pull back, sliding my throat offthe stiff member and, as a result, pushing against the fist-sized dickhead parked at my latex-sheathed rear entrance. The lack of air becomesmore and more urgent, and I have to push harder, feeling the bulbous headslowly stretching my ass and entering me, and I keep pushing, clinchingmy useless sweaty fists inside the tight latex mittens, inevitablyimpaling my ass on a huge.