I smiled back."Hi," her voice was not the high pitched parody of a voice that many girls effect. It was natural, rich, and... sexy for lack of a bette... word.I was confused. Granted, there was more than a couple of people in the place, but there was no need for her to be so close. I tried to step back. For a moment, I could note that she wore a short, logo tee shirt, cut short enough to move over her tummy when she moved, but covered it to the waist of her faded hip buggers when she stood still.. All while these rape sessions occurred, Trina studied her surroundings, letting the men have her. She noticed a few small drums of oil in the corner. They appeared plastic and had a cap that could be easily opened. Trina figured they used them for changing oil in their trucks or other equipment. She saw several gas cans and watched a man fill up a truck’s gas tank with one. She saw standard tools one would find in a garage; wrenches, hammers, various equipment for yard work, and even a. Chris didn't like the thought of having to find a new best friend. On top of that, Chris' favorite uncle, Ron, had just died, the man who had been his role model, and had filled in for his absent father. Uncle Ron had been quite a character - eccentric the townspeople called him - but he had also been very understanding with Chris. And so Chris sat brooding in the apartment, almost dreading the evening. He was so absorbed in his private thoughts that the knock on the door startled him. Chris. Sissy, although now a freshman in high school, wasn't really a cheerleader, of course, but that didn't stop a proud — okay, a perverse — dad from buying a regulation uniform in a second-hand shop.I loved costuming my sex-toy for a good fuck, and as a result Sissy's closet contained a locked chest, which in turn hid from a prying mother's view this cheerleader uniform, a catholic schoolgirl uniform, and even a Japanese sailor suit uniform (purchased online, expensive, but worth it!). In.