my hair was across my face and i couldn't see anything. i felt the familiar stabbing between my legs and its accompanying thrusting and grunting and moaning. i made the required noises, squeezed the right muscles, rocked my hips. i turned my head to the side and stared into the souless eyes of the girl next to me. She was doing the same thing i was doing. i could tell. Neither of the men above of us noticed. Our handlers would have been satisfied with our performance, but i saw right through her. i saw her see through me. Her eyes narrowed and she tried to out perform me. The race was on.
