He didn’t see the lightning this time but he knew it had been there, coursing through him, protecting her from him. He was glad that it had. He had ...been going to kill her. Stan hated being called ‘nice’. Fucking hated it. Such a nothing of a word. Kill her? Stan felt regret. That would have been such a waste. He couldn’t resist as Alice’s weight pushed the frozen slab of his body back onto the bed. “I love it when you pretend to be naughty, Stan.” The words oozed through to his soul. There was. Her friend told me this. I asked her if she liked recording herself, and she nodded. I asked her to wear a face mask and wait for me on the couch. I went in my room, after that 10 men came out of the room naked all wearing masks. She got scared, i thought she had an idea what was going to happen, she did try to run too. The men caught her, ripped her clothes off, then got to work. She started by licking her body, pinching her nipples and spanking her ass. They fingered her till she squirted.. "I think you to need stop hassling this guy, and get off the bus." He was saying, quite calmly."Whasser matter? He your boyfriend?" said the weasel. Derek glanced over his shoulder at me, then, "Yeah. He is." he said. "That a problem?" Weasel snarled again."Then you're a fuckin queer too!" and he swung a punch, which Derek deftly turned into an armlock. Before I quite knew what was happening, the bus doors had hissed open, weasel was sprawled on the pavement outside, and Derek was standing by. I heard some one come along the back row and site at the other side of me, he asked the guy is he good and the guy answers yes, okay he said. My mind was racing another guy was going to expect a blow job from me. He then said lets go to the toilet, I followed not knowing what to expect. Once inside both guys got their cocks out I sat in the stall and started to suck the 8" cock, the second guy watching then the pass of the thrusts increased his balls tightened and I got my first load it went.