One of my favourite places was the local dance pavillion with its near by band stand where people liked to throw their bottles. I also,liked it becaus... there were times when heavy rain, sudden violent electrical storms, even bitter blizzards in winter when ice fishing in the nearby lake needed shelter and it was easy to crawl into the area beneath the stand itself. The fact there was always a few used rubbers there and sometimes the stale smell,of sweat, urine or semen attested to what youths. Perhaps they were civilized, but they certainly didnt act like it. Erika got her revenge on the two animals who introduced her to the concept of anal sex, so roughly and painfully, on the night that she acquired her freedom. She wasnt going to kill them herself, that might have given away the fact that she was the target, to the mercenaries who she hoped were going to free her in the very near future, so she did it another way. Two of the team of invaders were women, so Erika walked up to one. She had bought everything from high cut briefs to string bikinis, but no thongs. For one, she did not think that she would be able to get away with a thong under her school uniform skirt, and second, she had always found them uncomfortable whenever she had tried to wear them for any length of time. She knew from the internet chat rooms she visited on occasion that boys and men for the most part were not picky about the kind of panties a woman wore if they knew they might have a chance of. That's when I realized my fingers were pushing back into my pussy and rubbing my clit. Darn I couldn't stay up here all evening I thought. I've got to get downstairs again. I started to sit up to get up when suddenly the bathroom door opened again. “Fuck it's true. You are waiting for us. I thought Vincent was crazy when he came over and whispered in my ear you were upstairs hot to be controlled and fucked.” One of the boys from downstairs from the party. I didn't know if he was my.