But it was on a quiet saturday night that I met my true fill. I was working behind the bar when Tyler walked in. He was a lad of no older than 19, 6'1..., skinhead, slim and sporting a white cap, trackies and football top. To me he was just one of the regulars, scrounging, filthy, vile and a terrible flirt.Tyler: Alright luv fosters.I poured it up as I saw his two friends walk over to the table by the jukebox and drink their pints they had just bought.Tyler: Aint seen you in here before...whats ya. “Aaah, Archana,” I screamed as I could feel a tsunami of spurts exploding from my balls into her womb. We were both moaning.I was feeling each other’s organs twitching, shaking hard as our orgasms consumed us completely. I held Archana’s ass with both my hands and continued to pump powerfully. I was trying to get every last drop of my cum inside her. And at the same time, I could feel her pussy squeezing me rapidly.She always does that, milking my cum out with her vaginal walls. I filled her up. “Thanks for everything, David. I mean it. I don’t know where I would be right now without you. You saved me, Tiger, and you’re helping me deal with everything so much. You mean the world to me, you know, all joking and teasing aside. You make me feel safe and loved, David,” she told me sweetly as she kissed my neck and squeezed me in her arms.“Get a room, you two, jeez,” my sister groused, partly kidding and mostly meaning it.“Hey, CC, were you going to do as Mrs. Sullivan asked and take a. Nevertheless it gloated when it recalled deflowering the girl while her mother watched, tied to a chair and powerless to protect her child. But who knew the truth about Specimen One or Specimen Four, or any of us? Who could judge the validity of their confessions or the gloss they put on them? Did torture exhume their buried memories or create false ones? Did any of us deserve to feel guilt for what we were said to have done? What about the specimens I’d watched on film? Had they really raped.