I wanted to be Erica for this man. I wanted him to treat me as his slut. And . . ."I want to suck on it. To show my gratitude." Almost trance-like, I ...crawled to it. It was thick, veined and black. My mouth was already watering."You should be grateful, slut," he said putting a hand on my head and guiding my mouth downward. My parted lips touched the head ready to let it slip inside. "This is the cock that will take your virginity and break the last of your male spirit." Yessss," I let out a low. ”I was just going with it now. The terror was starting to wear off, and I was more focused on remaining unnoticed by the rest of the audience. I took the other man in my mouth and started sucking him hard.After a while, they told me to get up. They buttoned my pants, along with theirs, and told me to follow them. We got out of the room, and they led me up the stairs to the next floor of the theater. Now that we we’re in the light, I could see them clearly. One of them was wearing a vest. " That would be all right," she said. "Giving me a ride, I mean." No problem," he said. "Be right back."She felt a chill when she looked up and saw the man heading toward her with a big smile on his face ... followed by Dub Fisher. She expected the man to make some kind of snide comment, but was both surprised and relieved when he said "Dub here will take you wherever you need to go." Hi, Doc!" said Dub, artlessly."Doc?" asked the man."This here is Doctor Webber," said Dub.The man looked at. He had a broad Brummie accent— well no, he wasn't actually from Birmingham but from Wednesbury, which is only a kick up the arse away, but has a distinctly different accent than that of Birmingham, or so Colly assured me. You would have to be a native of the area to recognise the difference. He was of mixed race; his mother was also of mixed race but his father was Nigerian, and Colly was as black as the ace of spades.I had suggested to Harry that to keep a low profile the mortar training team.