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It took away my ability to zone out, and to think clearly. I had to pay attention to my workout, and it wasn't much fun. It also wore me out for my Er... training and push-ups. I was dying all day in class. I actually started cutting out the pattern for my new black lounge pajama pants. All the girls were making dresses. I offered to help take measurements, but they all told me to go somewhere else and play, and let the other girls play with their tits.In the Photography class, we were in. Nimbeou said '...your mouth is dry...' He pulled from my lips and lifted my head. A glass was at my lips and Nimbeou poured some more of his tonic into my mouth. My lips caked with their remnants of their seeds and my anal juices, I swallowed and looked up at Nimbeou as he told his friends '...fuck him good...' My feet was snatched from under me and I was smashed into the floor one of the guys mounted me inserting his enormous tool into my well lubed bung hole and begin to slam into me. SCENE TWO:The stereotypes continued as William, a long-time veteran of the porn industry, was shown sitting in a lounge chair by poolside. With a hand inside his shorts, William leered and gawked at the younger, nubile Lisa as she dutifully read her lines for the audition.Two things were obvious here. First, William was the sleazy, Hollywood producer. Secondly, he wasn't even listening to Lisa as she read her lines. He was much too interested in admiring her voluptuous body, which was barely. He had pulled his pants back up and took the shirt and put it on. David was quiet for few minutes and things seemed weird and I asked him if he minded me doing that for him. He answered quickly, no dude it was cool. I joked with him and said oh I thought the wash cloth was warm enough. We laughed as I turned the video game on and we worked as a team killing zombies.During the night I fell asleep and woke up later to the sounds of the game. David was sleeping and I turned the TV and game off and.