“Can we talk about the servicing a bit more?” I wondered. “That sounds nice. I mean it has been quite a while since any ‘servicing’, as you ...ut it, has taken place.”“Am I just a walking vagina to you? What the hell is the matter with you? Life’s not all about sex, sex and more sex! Is that all you think about?”“No dear, most times I think about just having some sex. More sex would require quite a remarkable amount of imagination,” I commented thoughtfully. It had been quite a while, and even. I was absolutely sure it would be at least a draw, on the draw, I thought with a smile."You armed?" the man a few years younger than me asked."Are you?" I asked in return. I wasn't closing on them as I might have, had they been some gang bangers. The men standing in front of me held themselves like cops, but they had not identified themselves and the chatter, according to Eve, was that there were dirty cops in the mix. Cops knew how to shoot at any distance, but most didn't do it often."Just so. Rachel asked me if I was ready to try on the underwear she had made, “ I would love to” I replied, was I anticipating to much, or was there going to be any more touching of my body? “Here, get out of that dress, you can take your ankle socks off as well, and take those horrible school knickers off, they don’t make you look attractive.” I stood there a moment wondering about removing my knickers, but Rachel said it was alright, there was only the two of us and nobody else was going to see. As a matter of fact, if it wasn't for his perversions he would probably not be with me. When I was new in the neighborhood, an incident occurred at a party where I gave 3 guys blowjobs and swallowed each of their loads. It wasn't long before word was out and people were talking about me. It was well deserving, but oh well, I was over it quickly. In the end, it was this knowledge of me that attracted Kenny to me.So in all truth, I have been gangbanged, tag-teamed, and the recipient of a train. I.