I was up early the next morning and decided to see what kind of photos she had on there? Man, was in for for a surprise! The first few shots were of...her but you could tell that she was high. The second shots were of her laying on a bed and it was readily apparent that she was in a motel. The next few shots were of the same bed but with a black guy laying there with no shirt on. I had a feeling that this was going to get more interesting and I was right!Next few photos were of her. She said yes, and I said that she needed to do one more thing for old Santa. "Old Santa's pipe has gone out, would you mind lighting it for me again?" She nodded, and searched for the lighter in the jacket. "Santa's lighter is in his pants, right pocket!" I told her. She put her hand down the pocket, and began searching for it. My dick was rock hard now, along my thigh. In no time, she found the lighter, but still reached for my cock, through the pocket. "Keep looking, you'll find it!" I told. Finally, one lunges forward, ripping your shirt open and yanking on it until she's torn it off of you, leaving you bare, save for your bra.(Take your shirt off and toss it aside. You won't be needing that anymore.)"Hey, let's look at her little titties," one girl says, snickering. "I bet she's super flat." Totally! The nerdy ones like this always stuff to look better."The girls gather around you, one of them pinning your hands above your head, and another two tearing at your bra. Within. He was destroyed on the inside after all. I knew it and it was my fault. I felt him pull his knife out and open it, he put it at my throat. After you say Yes Sir when Im done with this statement, I dont want to hear another fucking word out of your mouth or you will never say another word again. Do you understand me? I was shaking like a leaf, and nodded frantically, Y-yes sir. I replied as requested. He ran his knife down from my throat, lightly at first, then a little deeper along my chest.