The building was brick with a full-length glass front; we couldn’t see anything inside because all the windows were covered in brown craft paper. Wa...iting outside when we arrived were Liz and Mike. We parked on the street behind Liz’s Altima and got out.“Hey, guys,” I said to them. “Anyone know what’s going on?”“Nope,” Liz answered. “Just that Emma gave us the address and time to be here. I tried the door, but it’s locked.”We didn’t have to puzzle over it much longer as Brent’s RAV-4 pulled up. Always have, I think I always will. Back in my twenties and early thirties, I was eyeing the teenagers with their wild, hungry eyes, brand new raging hormones and Weeble woodies. Weebles wobble, but they don’t fall down. I used to think that was a problem, that I was some sort of pedophile. But I don’t anymore. I know what it was that attracted me. It was that raw male energy, all shiny and new. It’s what I like about the twenty something men now. Men my age seem to lose some of that. They slow. But he has you trapped between his legs. He pushed your lacy thong down your thighs.“I guess you’re not wearing a bra?” he asks as he ripped the thin straps of your dress, revealing your breasts to his eyes. “My little whore…”“Stop this!” you continued to struggle as his hands hold your waist tightly. Your nipples brushed against the cloth of his suit as you try to stop him from kissing you but to no avail.He kissed you drunkenly, but you kept your lips together. You felt his hand creep down. This stranger I met in the woods now owns me, or does for these very few minutes until he is done with me and tosses me aside as so many other men have done in the past.I can tell he is getting close as his strokes take on a greater urgency and then slow down for four long slow thrusts accompanies by low grunts. I can feel the base of his cock throb as he ejaculates in my mouth – the ultimate form of being used by a man. I take his cum, passively, while he finishes inside of me.Like most men,.