One ofthe other youths came out of the bedroom, and whispered to the knifemen. Hethen pulled Helen to her feet, and pushed. Inside the bedroom the bea... had beenstripped of it's bedding, leaving just the bare mattress. Someone had tied herstocking to each of the four posts, and Helen immediately realisedwhat was going to happen. She tried to turn and leave, but the man with theknife pressed it harder against her throat, and stopped her from going. Two ofthe gang stood in front of her, and began. "Ohhhh yeah. Nice and warm pussy.He started fucking me slowly to get his rhythm. I could feel him inside me and I he felt no more bigger than I knew he was from other parties. Just 4 inches long. He never lasted long, which I saw as a bonus. He also liked to slap me as he fucked. However, he didn't call me a fat fucking whore like the suit did. I felt no pleasure from this cock being inside me like I did with the suit. Maybe the swimmer would be different if his cock was as big as it seemed. It was a cheap and fun way to spend an afternoon. And when I got a little older I tended to stay later. That's when I learned about the golden hour to see couples, about 6 or 7. I had hooked up with a couple of couples but only outside the theater.This night was to be a little different. I knew it was going to be a good night because as soon as I got in I could see down by the front seats there was a house wife getting fucked by a black guy while everyone else around watched and what I assumed. You get to put the oil on me, well I should do the same to you.” The bathroom window was open and I could see them both and hear the conversation. Marcus replied, “I would love to do that but I couldn’t be naked with Malcolm here. If he wasn’t here then I would jump to it; I would love for you to rub the sun oil onto my naked body.” I was working my dick and quickly pulled up my shorts, ready to rejoin them. Sara had sent a text telling me what Marcus had said and, when I got back to my.