Er f?hrte mich ein paar Schritte zu der Koppel und machte mich mit einerdort befindlichen Leine fest. Auch das lie? ich willig geschehen, alsm?sse es ...o sein. Als ich angebunden war, wurde ich deutlich ruhiger.Genau umgekehrt, als es eigentlich sein m?sste.Sven sah meinen Gesichtsausdruck und war sehr zufrieden. "Du bist einbraves Ponygirl."Irgendwie machte es mich stolz, ein braves Ponygirl zu sein.##Sven kam mit etlichen Sachen zur?ck. "Dann wollen wir einmal sehen, oballes passt."Er begann. The kind of place where some men came to drink a few beers with their buddies once a week, mostly just to get away from the wife and kids; where other men would stop after a shift on the assembly line and try to wash the taste of the factory out of their mouth. It was a place where neither wives nor girlfriends were welcome. The occasional hooker would stop by, but the trade was too slim to support one full time. Sluts were tolerated as long as they were willing to pay for most of their own. "It's ok, honey! That's a little more than last week, right?" Torrie smiled; trying to cheer him up, her arm wrapped around his while they walked to their car. John was already there, waiting in the driver side seat."I think you were great," Torrie said, patting his arm with her other hand. Eddie sighed again, shrugging it off."See ya, Eddie. Hey Eddie's mom, mmm," Two of Eddie's black teammates said rushing by them, as Torrie was getting into the passenger side seat. Torrie smiled politely,. I told Terry to let me go. His answer was to start kissing me. Jason wasted no time and lifted up my skirt. I yelled at them to stop it. Jason was trying to pull down my white panties. Suddenly Terry said if I showed them my tits, they would stop. I covered my breast with my arms just as Terry tried to pinch my nipples. As I tried to move away I started to trip over something. I looked down and saw my panties were around my ankles. Jason was trying to get them off me. I kicked out at Jason, but.