Someone had bumped into me, as if I hadn’t been miffed enough after Kirsty and Jo-Anne had somehow up and vanished from the party. I had swiped the ...pilled Tequila Sunrise from the front of my red tank top as good as I could and cursed the gods. This should have been our big end-of-year party, with Kirsty, Jo-Anne and me celebrating our eighteenth birthdays again, dancing through the night, getting ourselves absolutely pissed and, hopefully, getting laid. It was the latter that my two friends. After all, this trip would be atop my old Harley and there wasn't but so much room for stuff. In the past few years I'd come to live doing the things I want to do and like doing, which meant odd jobs, some consulting now and then, and lots more time to shoot outdoor images, something I'd not done in earnest since the film days of the 80's. So, with the essentials packed, the motor serviced, I was prepared to head out first thing in the morning to wherever the front wheel took me.The next. I don't think a full week had past since Daniel, Bruce and Charlie had assaulted me in the woods and had sexed me repeatedly. The three bastards, I should have reported them, my pride kept me from going to the authorities and having them arrested. It gave them license to attack my butt hole at their pleasure and make me do their bidding. Jerome was a distant relative of theirs and had been released from prison only a few weeks when I encountered him. With a viciousness that I had not. Me: yes mistressHimain: dekho mere sandels kitne gande ho gaye hai use saaf kardo apni jeeb se chat caht karMe: yes mistress aur me sofe ke niche let gaya unke paro ko apne chest par rakah aurJeeb se chne laga muje sandal ke rubber ki smell aur niche lage dhul ki smell a rahi thi malkin ne tv dekhne lagi aur me unki gulaami karna suru kar diya fir unhone kaha ki ab dusra pair bhi chat kutee me dusari sandal chtne laga unke sandal saaf kar diye mene fir unhone kaha ruko apne muh se chwingum.