”“Don’t be mean. I mean, all of us in the room, and the only one Ben hasn’t done is Sara, and SHE’S the one trying to get pregnant.”“Yea..., I said that, but seriously...”“Seriously what?”She smiled. “When she was lying on her back with her pussy right there waiting, I kinda thought it was sad that Mom stuck a syringe in ‘er. Ben should’ve...”“That’s what I thought. But when you said that...”“I wasn’t thinking too much about it.”“Not like he was cheating on us if he did it when WE asked him. I'd thought it over forapproximately ten seconds, then opted out, but Emily talked me into itby making some outrageous promise or other about some insanely desiredphysical activity we'd do when we got back. I still had sex going forme, even if it was becoming more problematic too.Emily drove that night, because I'd sworn off now that I no longermatched my driver's license in any way. She had a battered Ford BroncoII with plastic Mardi Gras beads hanging from the rearview mirror. Islumped as low. After years of dominating men, she thought herself the queen of sex, but there was a huge difference in always doing cowgirl to control her man, and being savagely taken from behind by a beast. Next to her, Hijiri lay limp on her father’s desk. It was her turn to listen to her sister’s cries as she was raped. It was her turn to watch her sister get violated. But there was some light left in her, enough strength for her to clutch Cho’s hand, to comfort her as she was violated. The assault. She, of course, was wearing nothing underneath since both her bra and panties were in Denise's purse. She stood naked and helpless before the leering hijackers and the stunned passengers."Ready?" demanded the redhead as she backed Lynn against the forward bulkhead ramming the barrel of the gun into Lynn's nest."... Yes..." responded the terrified captive."Then down on your knees and eat me, bitch!"Lynn slid onto her knees, the gun now at her head as she raised her captor's skirt. She looked up.