He tore off my top and shorts, smiling as he did so. ‘You don’t look tough to me.’ My breasts were pressed against the cold floor as I struggled...to break free. My foot accidentally caught his shorts and pulled them down, exposing his dick. ‘You like it?’ he said. ‘Guys will always be stronger than you stupid girls.’ At that moment, I became infuriated. Struggling harder than ever before, I broke free. ‘What the-‘. Before he could finish his sentence, I kicked his face, the sole of my foot. Please let me go now’. But my words were to deaf ears. The 3 men, all of them were big, hairy and had looks on their faces that said that they were not going to spare me. I don’t know their names. But one man said , ‘ this is one maal you have here. We saw her work of art when you showed us the video, but after you have used her, my lund is rising even more’. That man also took a blindfold and put it over my eyes. I heard my uncle say.’ if this randi makes noise, take the rumal or the socks and. In fact, I used that to slowly maneuver her into a dark area at the edge of the stage. I would move toward her and she would move back. I felt like a sheep dog herding sheep... to slaughter. While she was carefully watching me, one of my groupie girls walked along side her and slipped on the floor and started to fall. Of course, she clutched at Joyce and somehow pulled very hard on the left sleeve of Joyce's dress. That was the tear point. As soon as the sleeve ripped, everything began to. The two titillated teens rose and walked straight to the centre of the Circle until they faced each other, their flesh barely touching. A spark was lit in the minds of each of the remaining, seated students as they shared in minor manner the conjoining feeling of the two teens at centre stage. That first pair felt so much more light, heat and oneness. The words of Yogi Bar Rah, the subliminal ones, clear yet not voiced, rang true in their hearts, in their spirits, in their minds and, most of.