I looked towards Lisa and watched her for a moment as she rubbed her wet pussy. Her huge tits bouncing , her nipples swollen, and her fingers wet with...her pussy juice. Bob laid on the floor, I knelt down to take him in my mouth, and as I did I felt Phil push his clock against my hole start pushing thru. I heard lisa now, calling me a slut, telling them to use me like the bitch slut I was. Phil was ramming his cock into my ass, and the harder he slammed me, the harder I wanted it. Bob was. "Surely you know about that." I've heard a couple others mention it," Jeannette said. "I didn't know what it was." It's a formal dance," Sammi said, and laughed. "It's a lot more than just a formal dance." Historically it would be a 'coming out' party," Anna added. "Only it's not put on by our parents or families as they 'present' you to Society. You have to be either 17 or in your last year of high school to attend. Everybody from the whole Valley is there, and everybody dresses up. The boys. ’ The disappointment at hearing she was married was almost a physical blow, his brow furrowed and his mood instantly soured again. ‘Why the fuck would you hide from your husband?’ ‘He hits me. He hurt me and I couldn’t take it anymore. I took his boat and ran. I was going to find somewhere to hide for a while and then, find a lawyer. I guess maybe the cops will be looking for the boat, and probably me too now that I think about it.’ She interpreted his scowl as disbelief. ‘Really, I waited. Then the other foot, her hands at my waist fitting a wrap-around skirt, then, "this is going to hurt, sorry, but you have to wear something." It felt funny, it was not until later I realised it was a black dustbin bag, holes ripped for my arms and head. Her quick thinking saved me a lot of later pain as the plastic didn't stick to the cuts when the doctors did their best to patch me up.A lot of what happened is kind of blurry. In shutting out the pain and separating my mind and body I shut out.