I decided that it wasn't all bad. I was raised in Kansas and came out here after a producer — shooting a movie in Lawrence, Kansas, of all the impro...bable places — thought I should."I really got into the business very easily. Too easily, I guess, in retrospect. Anyway, things went along. I guess I didn't see eye-to-eye — to say the very least — with the people who like to depict America and its institutions as the bad guys whenever and wherever possible. I guess I spoke out a little too loudly. Patrick speeds up, fucking my face with his hard dick, his balls bouncing off of my chin with each thrust. I feel him getting even harder, his cock twitching in my fiery mouth. He groans, burying himself down my open throat. “Fuck, Alex. God. Don’t move…just…Oh,” He gasps. We both hold completely still as he works to stave off his impending orgasm. “I love fucking that pretty little mouth of yours,” He growls at me. I open my eyes, looking up at him, his throbbing cock shoved all the way in my. "Fuck, I bet you would like to treat that cow of a mother of yours like that," his mate said and laughed."Yea, but this old slags the next best thing, fuck the cunts mouth harder mate," he answered and again pulled and twisted my nipples. I screamed out, but my cries were stiffled by the cock pumping into my mouth. I pulled back from the cock in my mouth and shouted at the young guy."Come on then, fuck me like it was your mum, ream my ass hole, maul my tits, twist them, hurt me, slap me around. As though I had been drugged.I knew I should have still been terrified, but something switched, as though this weird bug was no more than a tick I could have burned out at my convenience.The rationales seemed to come out in another voice, like an actress paid to give her best interpretation of my internal monologue. And while it was me, some sickening turn in my stomach told me that there was no way I would really consider finishing my run.Even as my legs started moving on the trail...The thing.