Inspect. Drop. Stand. Pullup. Hitch. Smooth. Spread. Inspect. Flush.Put down. Wash. Dry. Mirror. Door.Fuck my life. Well, at least I wasn't yet having...my period...I took a few minutes to organize my thoughts. Unlike most immature andreckless teenagers, I was disciplined in my thoughts, modest in mydesires, and sincere in my wishes. I didn't go off half-crazed lookingfor some flimsy mythical store in a mall. Nor did I search high and lowfor some cheap-looking necklace that could reverse this. Oh yeah, that’s where I must have left my knickers, hahaha, on the cubicle floor – lol.So there I was; with a BIG smile J on my face and stumbling down the road pissed and happy. Then suddenly I was grabbed from behind and a big hand went over my mouth, I tried to scream but I couldn’t, I was being dragged down behind one of the buildings on Frishman Street, where it was dark and dirty. I couldn’t see anything my head was in a whirl and my heart was racing and I couldn’t fight against this big. Getting out of the way, I got on the floor while Ben grabbed her legs and pulled her further out from the sofa seat, and pushed her legs back so they were ressting against her body. Her pussy and ass were suddenly spread wide in front of me. He straddled her, his cock thick hard and stiff. Her pussy was glistening with wetness already. Positioning his body, he eased his cock into her pussy, all the way in to his balls, and he stayed there for a second or two. She moaned. Pulling his cock out,. Jaqui smiled, or what it a leer, and replied, "That's OK. I'll give you one hundred dollars credit for those lace panties. Just drop them in the cup and we're ready to rack."Honey hesitated and looked around like a trapped bunny rabbit in a den of wolves. "It's either that," continued Jaqui, "or drop you drawers and lean over the table for two swats with that fancy leather paddle of yours."Almost crying, Honey reached down and removed her panties and put them in the trophy.To say that we.