There was a gang of chavs who fought against the rich and they were feared. A chav was a teenager who wore a hooded top track suite trousers called tr...ckies training shoes called trainers and no under ware, they were lawless roamed in gangs and people avoided them if they could even the police stayed clear of them, it was only poor people who liked them. 12 year old Cindy a girl from a very rich family was walking home from the shops with her best friend Sally also 12 from a rich family as. The riding crop appears over my shoulder as it begins to trace over my nipples, making them firm and tingle. She motions to two of the men over towards me who stand on either side of me. As she nods, they each take one of my breasts in their hands and begin to knead them hard. ‘Show your appreciation’ As they become rougher, squeezing hard, pulling and twisting my nipples. One of them kneels down and takes my left breast into his mouth I begin to softly moan. His tongue felt nice and warm. His only living relative, which is why I am so keen that the girls have a good relationship with her… Nikki is the only family that they have on their father’s side.’ She paused again and then obviously decided to continue confiding her story to me. ‘Robert, dear Robert, was several years older than me when we met. He was 38 and I was a 20 year old, second year undergraduate at Writtle College. He was already a well known and much lauded architect and landscaper and we were introduced when I. I suddenly became aware of someone watching me and turned to see the same guy from the station sitting a few seats behind me. I smiled again, and he started to walk over to where I was sitting. By now the vibrations from the train were driving me wild and I needed to get some release. He sat down across from me and introduced himself as I uncrossed my legs and I saw his eyes rest on my thighs. Slowly I spread my legs further and further apart, allowing him to see up the short black skirt I.