One was a very mature tgirl, another sat reading a magazine and smoking nd the 3rd was more my age and clearly getting her knickers in a twist over so...ething I suspect from what she said that she thought it was going to be some sort of orgy going on but that never crossed my mind, anyway she stormed out and the smoking tgirl said exactly what I had thought but stated that it was a place to relax dressed not an excuse for sex. I soon got bored and made myself go downstairs and browse the shop.. What he had copied down was a number off of a 'Doc Wagon' id bracelet. The bracelet appeared to have been broken in the explosion is why the 'Doc Wagon' wasn't already there.I took the number and returned to my room. Jacking into my Deck I ran over to the office of the Seattle Doc Wagon and rifled their files. The number was one of about twenty belonging to a Corporate account. The Corp? Togiwara, of course! I grabbed all twenty and pulled back.From there I slipped into Togiwara and pulled up. "Please, no. Don't do this please I'll give you money, lots of money. Please."Loud laughter erupted from the gang as all six of them roared at my plea. Then the rough jeans moved away only to be replaced with the feel of flesh and a hard cock lying in the crack of my ass."So what you tink boys da ass or da pussy first?"I cringed at the thought of anal sex even when a lover asked but this was no lover, there was no gentle loving to be had. I felt the cock part my pussy lips and was relieved that. What should I do?’ ‘Step on the gas and lose him. Don’t worry about the cops. I have many friends in Nevada.’ ‘I’m in Arizona. And I’m stuck in your stupid Corolla. You took my BMW, remember?’ ‘Hang on,’ he said. I heard the whirling fan inside his laptop computer. ‘Where are you now?’ he asked, a few key strokes later. ‘Exit 157 on I-40.’ More keystrokes. ‘Get out at Exit 161. There’s a single gas station off the ramp. There should be nobody except the store clerk at this hour. FM him.’.