He knows what he wants.I notice there are fingers in and on my pussy, my hard clit is getting a loving treatment and electric shocks run up my abdomen...My "sweet" guy has pulled his cock out of my mouth, but I'm not free for very long.I hear their vulgar language about my body, it turns me on to hear them talk about me like that.Cunt, fuckmeat, whore, sperm bank, fuck doll, titty pig, sperm whore are the kind words they use about me.Now that wet horny cunt must be fucked says my guy. She should. William said ?We love French nipples. Nice to pinch?Jonathan said ?Feels good too?William then said to the other two guys ?Hey why don’t she lie on top of this table and we can pour our drinks on top of her body. Michael said ?Great idea?The three young men forced Joan to lie her back on top of their table and after doing that, they just took their glasses and poured their drinks all over her naked flesh. Her boobs. Her tummy,. Even her pussy was covered with. I liked it though, or at least I liked you. I never gave my number out, before either. I had to quit that week. Do you have any idea how much money that cost me? And you know I hate my job now.” I had met him while working. He had come in with a group of guys, your standard fair, all hooting and hollering. He was the quiet one, but what I noticed was how sleekly he moved. Every step, head turn, reach, was smooth, no wasted motion. I had joined a few other girls seeing what kind of money they. After a lengthy to and fro (establishing that we weren't Feds, but were real friends of Peter Soaring Eagle), we bought a highly illegal, but very effective thermal imaging monocular that could 'see' through walls, at a distance of two hundred feet.Now all we had to do was get to within two hundred feet of the targets. Yeah. I had changed to thinking of them as targets instead of men. They didn't warrant inclusion in the human race.It was about 400 miles to the spot in the New Mexico desert.