I had just made it to the restroom door when a strong hand caught my arm and spun me around.“Which one is he? What did he say to hurt you?” Mark y...lled through a mask of rage.My thoughts swirled, but if I opened my mouth I was gonna puke on his shoes. Panic forced me back to the women’s restroom door, but Mark refused to let go of my arm.“Get your fucking hands off my girlfriend,” Sam screamed as she pushed Mark away to stand between us.Mark nearly fell, but managed to keep his feet. He stared. What he had slowly brought up on his screen, time after time, were pictures of Susan Rogers, spread wide with her legs held high, Keith's hard massive shaft poised, then buried, then poised again above her tiny pussy.Even more interesting were those of her face. The fear, the reaction, the panic, yet later the total surrender and then erotic consumption.Yes, she would be perfect. A-a-a-h-h-h, yes. There would be a job offer. Eventually.But first, there would be a few games. Erotic games, mind. “We can tell you though, we love each other deeply. Also, we’ve never abused one another, not ever- I hope that if nothing else, you know this about your elder brothers, Alan,” John finished. Alan knew this already, although he was still not talking at this point; he was still looking into their eyes. John’s were, as usual, clear and honest. Virgil’s, although, just as honest, were still holding the pain that he felt- they’re very private people; Virgil looks like my ‘peeping’ in on him, on. The camera slowly moves lower to view your chest from below. Then we go lower still as you lean with your back against the wall and the phone jammed on your shoulder to free up the other hand. You tweek both nipples now, still outside the blouse. You can't help thrusting your hips slowly and move both hands to either side of your panties that are just visible above the waistband of your skirt. You hook your thumbs into your panties, then slowly and rythmically tugg them up. The camera goes.