Her heart leapt. She realized her bedroom door was left ajar. She went inside, walked stealthily towards the bathroom. Inside, a naked male was pummel...ed by the shower jets. His bronze skin gleamed. Steam clouded the shower glass. She too was steaming with desire, and boiling. Need pulsated and centered at her loins. She eyed at her personal computer inside the home working space just across her bedroom. Her task could wait. She did not bother to strip. Fully clothed, she embraced him from. The last thing he felt before losing consciousness was the hard, metal pole raping him and the trickle of blood as it flowed out of his ripped hole.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!!!”Ken lay there helplessly. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t shout, he couldn’t do anything. All he could do was see everything that was happening around him. He watched as the blond-haired. I had seen a video booth section it was dark inside.(Never been inside one figured it was a good place to hide until my dick went down or so I though!")I entered the hall inside it was dark stepped to the corner to let my eyes adjust. There was a change machine put a couple dollars in the machine. The booths were wooden sliding doors with the covers of a super 8 that was showing inside the booth. On the top of the booths, they had red and green lights. Several were red and couple green. One. . One glimpse of her in that crop top would tell you. From her toned arms, small but perk breasts, her flat belly, and down her tanned legs, you could tell she was no stranger to the treadmill."Thank you for the info, " I replied, "maybe I'll see you there sometime". Her response was "I'm usually there after work... around 5 or 6pm". "Oh shoot." I said, "well, maybe not then." I go after work as well, but it's not till around 11pm." "Oh, OK", was her reply with a flip of her blond hair. I.