We made her dress herself. I wasn’t sure about the ring of duct tape around her head. All we needed was a cop to pull up next to us and see that. As...it turned out, she wouldn’t need a gag. Before the tape came off I unfolded the little packet of travel supplies and dipped a tiny spoon into the Mexican brown heroin. With one hand I pinched Meredith’s nostrils shut until her chest heaved as she struggled for air. I lifted one finger from a nostril and held the spoon under it. Her gasping. She couldn’t think of anything but what was being done to her body. The hand pulled out, became a fist and punched into her. Cruelly battering her. She screamed in pain . It did so over and over. In spite of the pain she felt an orgasm build. A hand slapped her face as the fist punched her womb. A huge dildo was rammed into her ass. Something started sending shocks through her nipples and clit. Everything alternated so each pain stood alone for a sec then came the next. Every sexual. There were obviously two of them and as the giggling and whispering continued with no effort to come in the toilet I eased the door open a fraction to see what was going on. I couldn’t believe my eyes, these two were kissing and groping and giggling. I knew both Clare and Jane were dykes with partners and here they were with each other. I held my breath hoping for some action, I wasn’t disappointed. Clare was clearly the butch and soon had Jane’s dress off her shoulders and her hands in side. My own father kissing me, his mouth open. I felt the kick in my belly spreading juices around inside me, leaving my panties sopping wet with the sensation. I couldn't believe the eroticism of it.Suddenly his mouth opened wider and he slid his tongue deeper into my mouth. I began to suck on it and I felt him moan with pleasure.His hand came around from my shoulder down around to near his other hand - near my throat - bypassed it, and stroked down under my shirt to clasp my right breast in his.