It looked like there were around twenty people there. A little more than half of them were guys. Some were dancing, some were drinking and some were...just standing around talking. Off in the corner there was a girl sitting on a guy’s lap. They were making out and she had her top off.I stood there for several minutes just taking in what there was to see when a girl came almost skipping up and stood about a foot in front of me with a big smile. She was probably about 5’5” and slim with small. She then says " I had been gangraped so many times by so many men but I never got pregnant so I knew that I would be the next one to be eaten and that's when I started planning my escape ".Karen says " I was gangraped by your uncle many times and while I would try to fight off the other men when your uncle was inside me I would whisper in his ear that I loved having his cock deep inside me " Helen says " That's disgusting, why would you say something like that? " Karen explains that it was part. I put my plan to Chas, he wasn’t to keen at first, wondering how they may react, but being the west end, there are always lots of police around in case of trouble.We walked about a little around leister square and Charing Cross road, till I spied a guy in a sleeping bag in a shop doorway, just in a small turning off Trafalgar square, we approached the guy, who had a long straggly beard, and was rather unkempt, we started talking to him, first we offered him a tenner so he could get himself. After sitting for what seemed an eternity, I got up and began to pace the room, reading the spines of the books on the shelves. I glanced at the clock. 8:22. Oh, god this was excruciating. I alternated between sitting and pacing as the seconds slowly ticked away. Just when I thought my sanity was going to slip away with the seconds, I heard a click and the faint buzz of background noise emanate from the monitor. My heart stopped. This was it. I leaned forward to listen for voices."You say this.