"Cheryl!Calm down, I mean it. Oh shit, here's the doormen."So we all got chucked out the club, even that Irish idiot and hisfriends. Megan and Craig g...t me in a taxi home, where I passed out on theliving room floor with a South Park DVD on.When I awoke in the morning, I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Megan and Craigwere sharing a joint. As my eyes came into focus, I also saw some guy ina hot pink chemise lying across the settee with his hands and legs boundtogether. I thought I recognised him, then. Meera didn't know what he was going to do, but she was happy to know he hadn't given up on her. She felt his hand on her ass cheeks and she jumped as cold vaseline splattered in her crack and ran down over her ass-hole. "Bitch, now I'm going to fuck your ass," he said to cover up the sound of the mobile camera. "Any objections?"Meera knew that it would be painful, but she didn't care anymore as long as he pleased her. "No," she said "you can fuck me anywhere. My body belongs to you now."He took. They said they would be over early evening, after dinner time. I knew Rebecca, and Emily, as well as their mother, quite well. Karen, their mother, often ferried the girls places if we could not. That had happened less in recent years, as Victoria and I worked from home, but the girls still saw each other all the time. I knew Karen as a nice person, a good mother, divorced with two children. Rebecca was our girl's age, and Emily was a year younger. I thought it was interesting that Amy said. She hoped they were home. Or that one of them was home. Or that she’d be able to put enough distance between them so that he wouldn’t see where they’d hidden the key for her if she needed to escape from him and they weren’t home.The leather jacket she wore protected her body and arms from the smaller branches whipping her as she ran, and she ignored the tiny lashings to her face and legs from others, knowing that the pain would be far worse if he caught her. Broken glass and crushed up cans on.