You belong to me now, Cunt, and that's what I'll call you. Don't ever put the chain on your front door, understand, Cunt?? Brenda was totally ...ntimidated. She nodded. ?Lift your skirt, Cunt. Let me see your pussy.? Brenda lifted the hem of her skirt. ?OK, off with the pantyhose. From now on, you won't wear any underwear I don't approve of.? Brenda complied by removing her pantyhose, remembering how she lost her embroidered tights, years ago. ?I can't wear heels. I try to scream through the gag, to no avail. One by one, the succession of men violate me, each thrusting as hard as they can, as if they’re trying to fuck me into the next room. They dont care about me, as they just use me like the dirty slut I am, fucking me everywhere they can hard and fast and filling me with spunk. Soon the multiple loads of semen have filled my arse and pussy, and I can feel it leaking out. I am dripping everywhere, and the sheets beneath me are wet through, but It. I took that to mean that I was excluded from our partnership because of my connection with the suddenly discovered “Bad guy”, my Uncle Joe with his almost thirty years on the NYPD and a wealth of experience you don’t get from a textbook.I didn’t have the motivation to go back into the office. I was certain I was “persona non-grata” simply because of my blood relationship to Chief Joe.For lack of something better to do, I wandered back over to the low-priced snack bar and hit Donna up for a free. . well likegoing to Cleveland Ohio or something. He returned his gaze toward the driver.The big, blond Dutchman, Dr. Wolfgang Reinholt, still had that damn superiorsmile on his face but his attention had obviously returned once again to theroad and its pot holes. Why would anyone want to live HERE, even for an hour,Solomon wondered with growing horror. Sometimes just when you think that youreally know someone... His thoughts were once again interrupted by anotherviolent motion of the vehicle..