If you believe you’re so much better than me, come up to the training area and prove it. Otherwise leave me to enjoy my breakfast.”He turned red a...nd I could see in his body language that he was debating throwing a punch, but his eyes kept glancing at the sword on my hip. He let out a frustrated noise and stomped away, looking around I could see the eyes of everyone else in the room on me. I ignored them and sat down, trying to enjoy my food, when the girls entered the room and saw my sour. I regularly used a phone contact line for gay and bisexual people attempting to get contacts and arrange meetings, which was on occasion successful but not very often, many time wasters just out for a cheap thrill and scared of making a real contact and following through with it.This event happened about 10 years ago now and I often recall it with fondness, although at the time I thought I had blundered very badly. I had a run of several good contacts, I can recall meeting a guy locally at his. To be with a cowboy from a well-known circus. He was the love of my life or soI thought. I was left abandoned in a strange town. With only the clothes I stood up in, over a year later.It started harmless enough. I'd skip college to see the horses at the traveling circus. I was horse mad and besides mum and I had argued most of the last six months. I used to hang around the horses, watching them, touching and feeding them, when given half a chance.I was sixteen going on seventeen and as naive as. Bitch and as he was saying that he pick me up and bent me over turn me around and jackhammer that big old cock and my pussy I'm pretty sure if anyone else was out there they heard us I could hear his worker behind him telling him to beat it up there was even certain times where he let his worker get a closer look at him beating my pussy up and before I knew it he was standing in front of me but yet I kept feeling something behind me there was nothing I could really do and of course I wouldn't.