Landing at the airport and going through customs would have been okay except we were routinely stopped at the customs bar and told we were to be searc...ed. I admit I was really terrified; these big coloured guys at customs seemed to be nodding to each other and smiling. We were all taken to separate rooms were we were told to sit and we would be interviewed. I was pleased when a smart woman customs officer came into my room smiled and said its nothing to worry about they had checked the cases. They carry me and lay me against a wall. Behind a dumpers. They remove the duct tape that was binding and muffling me.I try to look up at them, but its hard. I am sooooo weak.RANDOM MAN #1: "Fucking whore."He throws the panty they had cut with the scissor, on me.They get in the van and leave.I lay there, in the back alley for a couple of minutes. The Sun is not out yet, but I can start to see its starting to get brighter.I grab my panty and slowly lift myself up. My dress is ripped. My SLUT. “Playful?” you ask in a curious tone. “Yes. very. They are young and untamed.” You're not sure if it's the drink making your head a little fuzzy or something in the air. You ask the bartender what's good on the menu. She licks her lips slightly…. “Depends. How hungry are you?” You dick jumps and you'd love to tell her starving for your sweet ass but smile and say “very. I didn't catch your name?”“ You didn't ask.” A small chuckle, “it’s Mila. and yours?” Before you could answer you feel a. I asked if she'd like to play a game and she asked inqisitively "what game?".I said that she's always being chatted up by various guys and most of the time they get nothing. What if they ALL get to fuck her? "All of them!!". Yes, I told her. "All the guys chat to you to hopefully get the chance to fuck you so what if you let them?". She giggled and said that it sounded like a good game. We had a few drinks in various bars and then went to her favourite club. We grabbed some drinks and sat down..