’ Exclaimed Ashleigh, ‘That was so good – do we really have to stop?’ ‘Yes. It’s too early in the game to ignore the rules.’ Said Sharon... emphatically. ‘Tom still has his clothes on.’ After a short break to let everyone cool down a little, the glasses were refilled and the game continued. The three of them were naked but Tom was still fully dressed. Tom lost the next three hands in a row and was forced to pay the winners. Then the moment of truth came. Ted lost and Tom won. Ted reached for the. “I'm hurt! Someone! Anyone! I need help!” sobbed the woman.I spotted her down an alley. She was at the next block over, lying in the middle of the street clutching her injured leg. She was young, her hair blonde. Her cries for help tore at me. I ran towards her. “She's over here!” I shouted.“No! Stop!” Chase shouted behind me. I was halfway down the alley littered with garbage and rusted bins when I stopped and turned back. “What?” I asked. “Why?”“It's a trap!” Chase yelled, motioning with her. Icaught myself running my hands over the wet crotch of my panties, myskirt bunched up around my thighs. I was hot as a firecracker! I became so absorbed in rubbing my pussy, I lost track of the movieand my quarters ran out. The movie stopped, my cubicle went dark, andthrough the darkness I could see a small ray of light coming throughthe wall that separated my booth from my neighbor’s. With my own cubicle dark, the glow of movies from the neighboringbooths could be seen flickering. With short curvy waves and often wearing thishooded, Medieval looking cloak. "Like the bad guy in some Robin Hood movie," some guys havedescribed her to me. "Jackals', was the term she used to describethem. The beefy rogue males from our local motorcycle gang, entering theFag-Hag's beloved, new-age party scene in order to meet the girls andget laid; "Hitting on all the ladies with beer in hand and in themost blatant of ways." She probably seethed in resentment against the bearded malewarriors,.