Woman that runs it has a boyfriend ain’t supposed to be on the premises but there he is. And he and his two brothers start raping me every fucking d...y and tell me ain’t nobody going to believe me ’cause my grandma’s running a whorehouse and selling drugs. Got that reputation because of vermin like you, she was trying to run a nice, clean French Quarter style bar here, but y’all got to go and fuck that all up. Well, I took a chance. There was a coptalking at our school, telling us about drugs. "Hah. With this bunch, it could be anything. They didn't sign it. If Mr. Wainwright had wanted us, he would just have dialed our rooms. It must be something from the Matthews."Curiosity bothering them, they hurried to the kitchen. In the center of the smaller of the kitchen tables were two chests with a note on top of one that read simply:EnjoyWhen Bill opened the ice chest, he said, "It's full of ice and a whole variety of soft drinks. And the ice hasn't been in the cooler long."Kathy opened. The loud thump and Roger's angry cursing got everyone's attention. He tried to rub his head but they had handcuffed his arms behind his back. That was all he could take."Roger just lay back and relax." Jenny said in the calmest voice she could muster. But, the angry boy just kept fighting a valiant, but futile struggle against the handcuffs trapping his wrists and ankles. Anger and fear crumbled what little control he had left. Panic filled him. Thrashing around like a mad man he attempt to. ”Jane squatted down and pulled her panties to one side.“Nnnnnnnnnnnn…”A big push with huge effort. “Nnnnnnnnn.”This went on for a few moments. Mary stood over Janeletting her finger and lick her pussy through and roundMary’s panties. Between straining of course!Mary said “What’s happening… ooh… that’s nice…but… mmmm… are you getting anywhere?”Jane replied, a little frustration in her voice..