Went for a 'jog' in the restricted sector tonight... or at least, that's what I told my husband. Truth is, I wore my skimpiest sports bra and tights, hoping the security patrols would drag me into the bushes for a cavity search. I wanted them to pin me face-down in the dirt, tear those spandex pants right off my ass, and force their thick cocks into my dry, tight asshole until I screamed. I needed to feel used, violated, and filled with hot cum by complete strangers while I begged them to stop. But nobody caught me. Now I'm home, frustrated and rubbing my soaking wet cunt, fantasizing about being gangbanged by the whole squad until I can't walk straight. Why is it so hard to find a man who will just take what he wants anymore?