He looked at the other ladies who were holding back huge grins. He looked at the empty street through the window. "The quicker we get this over with, ...the quicker you can be on your way. Now pull down your pants. "After a long awkward pause, Jared found himself doing just as he was told. He unbuckled his belt, undid his fly, and let his pants fall around his knees. His cock was hard and threatened to poke through the opening on the front of his boxers. "Underwear too, young man. "He. I tried to bite him, but his hand never went into my mouth, just over it. Finally, I stopped screaming and just sobbed. Whatever he did to me, it kept hurting.After a while, he stood up, drank directly from the vodka bottle, took off his jacket and cummerbund, pulled his suspenders down and removed his slacks. He had a little blood on his shirt and his underpants. He took off his underpants, and was back on top of me. It still hurt, but not as bad.After what seemed to be a long time, he finally. "It seemed like I kept coming. She kept rotating her hips and squeezing my cock till it began to soften. I held it in her till her spasms stop. I rolled off of her and she rolled over on her side facing me. I took my face and buried my face it between her breasts and went to sleep.When I woke up it was dark. The CD's were still playing.Baby, baby don't get hooked on me.Baby, baby don't get hooked on me.Cause I'll just use you then I'll set you free.Baby, baby don't get hooked on me.It was never. “Okay, now we wash her down,” Butch announced, once her body slumped over lifelessly following her wickedly decadent orgasm. “But first we have to get her ready,” he continued, as he eased the broom handle out of her abused brown passage. The men helped him pull her up into a kneeling position, with her hands still tied behind her back. Butch took another piece of rope and wrapped it around the top of her head, and down her back. He wove the coarse rope between her ass cheeks, and up.