I sank my bound arms back in the plush upholstery, grateful forthe privacy of the smoked windows, feeling cool air- conditioning on mybare nipples, a ...uivering, nude bundle of nerves as Bob VanHouck spoke -"Call me Bob," he said, "If you get to spak at all, that is!You'veprobably surmise trhat this little party we're going to is more on theorder of an orgy, but don't worry; I'll tell everyone you're my personalproperty, and that'll keep the guys from forcing their attentions onyou. Just shake. Several gaily painted vases and mugs were on shelves in the kitchen.I was guessing that Judith was a farmer’s daughter or wife, widowed. She was wearing DMs, loose denim jeans, and a sleeveless shocking pink blouse. Her greying silver black hair was trimmed neatly to the base of her neck which revealed the usual signs of age, sunken flesh, pronounced under tssue from jaw line to bone. I was trying to remain cool, staring at her sagging, I am guessing, C cups nudging her blouse out. As she. It was like he knew exactly what my inner desires were. “Pull this slut’s legs open guys. I want a closer look at her nasty cunt,” he ordered, knowing that the pack would follow him. I jumped at his words, his use of slut and cunt sparked something at my core. I put up some pretence of resistance as hands pulled at my inner thighs, slaps stinging my ass as punishment for fighting. I was pushed down all the more now, my knees bent and my legs spread, making me squat obscenely. My tormentor now. Lisa ran her hand over Bill’s bottom. The TA slipped her hand between his legs. Suddenly he clenched his bottom cheeks and twisted slightly. She slapped him hard. ‘Look, you little cheating punk! If I want to put my hand there, I will put my hand there! You will do what I tell you or tomorrow you’re history as far as your career is concerned!’ Lisa again reached between Bill’s legs and squeezed the backs of his balls. ‘You’re now getting a little something extra for not obeying me.’ Suddenly.