“When we get to your house Malcolm we are going to leave my car just round the corner. We will enter the house very quietly. If they are up in your ...edroom we will simply sit in your lounge and wait for them to come downstairs. Then my dear, – you may leave the talking to me. Is that clear?” “Yes,” squeaked a now terrified Malcolm. They arrived and entered as planned. The noises coming from upstairs made two things very clear. The first that some very lively sex was, indeed, taking place. The. One other guy made a move and put his hand on my free breast to rub it. That was it. The others moved in and started groping me wherever they could get their hands on. I just stood there and let it happen. The next move was a simple one. My guy just asked me, “Want a go?” I just nodded against his head and he started steering me up the driveway towards the front of the house. We walked to the front of the house and then across the front lawn. For a moment, her mind has gone off line, uncomprehending, shocked into silence. She cannot move, and just stares at him, worrying if perhaps her mind has finally snapped. "Well, well. If this isn't just... enlightening." Richard Graimes just stands there, a smirk of victory on his features, hands clenching and realxing, his gaze moving to rest on Sam. Who, at that point, was taut, anger etched into his features as he stared Richard down."Ri-Rick...what are you doing here? Why?" She could hear. She also ignored Tim, and in fact let him know that she was higher on the home pecking order then he was. She was buttering her toast when four drops went into her coffee. Tim had a cock restraint in place so that he would not come right away. She was the first ‘four drop’ girl. Four minutes went by, and then Sharon begin to rub her twat on her chair. She begin to flush red in the face. Her hands trembled as she lowered the paper. She started for the door. Tim saw wetness on the back of her.