Laney smiled, an evil smile, as she imagined what would happen. She hoped Trixie would fight, so that the men would hurt her. Laney longed to see the ...ears running down Trixie's face. She would, of course, get the whole thing on video and take pictures. Then she could use those photos as blackmail to make sure the airhead bitch didn't tell anyone. Laney couldn't believe it had taken her until she was almost out of high school to realize this feeling of power. But now she couldn't stop wanting. “So tell me boys, what was it that you were talking about?”“Mark was telling me about you little talk and the fact that you had told him, I still can’t believe it, about the fact that I wanted to fuck you so bad at our wedding night.”“Is that all he told you?”“No in fact, and this is worse still, he told me that you had seen me come back at the table with a hard on after dancing with your sister. Now even I had forgotten about that. Man that’s ages ago.” “A woman doesn’t forget these things. I. .” she said, suddenly knowing that this would be the new her, the new normal. Her shirt came off. Her hands were tied with the sleeves. “You want this way…you know you that, don´t you..little bitch…” “I…think so..”she said, frowning. He had one large hand on her tits now. The cold water had made her nipples hard under the t-shirt. This was so different. She felt at home. The legs buckled under her and she dropped to her knees in the shower booth. “You must be a good girl, now..” “I must..try. Rohit here, once again, back here after quite a long break. I got excessively busy with all the workloads and stuff. Sipping my coffee on a rainy night and enjoying my fair share of porn-watching.I decided to pen this story of mine down. I sat down tonight when finally and happily, I could take some time out for myself. In case you are a new reader, please lay back and enjoy while you rub or jerk yourself dry.So coming to my story. To give a little backdrop, this story dates back almost around.