Can I really submit myself to these assholes? Do I really have a choice? There were three of them, and only one of me. I didn't doubt the threat, were...I to resist, they would happily do to my ass what they had already done to my pussy. The pain would be excruciating. I didn't have to experience it to know it.I looked from face to face, hoping for a reprieve. Cold eyes looked back at me. I answered the only way I could, the way they knew I would. Looking at their feet I just nodded and said "Ok.. He leaned back, “We should both probably shower,” he said with a giddiness in his voice I recognized from a year or two ago when he first got his truck. “Don’t use up all the hot water,” called to me over his shoulder as he walked out so I could get undressed. I had an idea, “why don’t we just shower together?” I knew this caught him off guard and made him wary so I further explained, “it’ll save time, money, and water, and besides, we used to take baths together all the time.” We both knew the. Given his outfit, he was certain that they all felt that he wasencouraging such looks.The remarks grew cruder and the physical contact increased too. Georgefound more hands around his hips, pats on his hip, while some touchedhis back, rubbing his bra straps through the dress. Despite hismortification over the touches, he was more horrified by his arousal atbeing treated that way.'You're not supposed to like being treated like a whore,' George beratedhimself in his mind.As George continued to. She was nervous about meeting men she had no real idea of who they were. We went on three “dates” with her to help her feel more comfortable. She decided out of the three Andy would be the one she went with.Over the next few weeks they dated and we all hung out. He reminded me of a younger version of myself, tough, oriented and loyal. It did not hurt that he was also a former Marine as was I. We had them over towards the end of the summer for a BBQ. Nothing better on a hot day then burgers and.