She needed this, she wanted this, she deserved to be gang fucked like this. She was a whore, it was her fate to be used like this as her husband and b...ys were at home fast asleep. The van screeched around another corner and yet she was pinned so firmly to the floor by her male assailants that she was trapped and did not move with the swaying of the vehicle.And so there was Dianna, on her back spreadeagled with her legs open wide as some fat fucker skull fucked the shit out of her and another. Once out on the dance floor the conversation, started out like most do between strangers, "Hi my name is Bruce, how are you this evening?" Hi Bruce, I'm Dana and I'm doing great, now that the week is finally over.Smiling, "It was a tough one I take it." It was one of those weeks from hell," I said laughing"Sounds like you need to have a good night, relieve some of the pressure."I can sure use some pressure relief for sure."The music changed to a fast song and we continued dancing, he managed to. "Enjoying yourself?"I kept pinching. Then I pinched the other."Oh god, please hurry," I said.She came to me and climbed onto the bed. Then she grasped my chin and kissed me hard on the mouth. "No. We're gonna take a very long time."Then she got behind me, and again she pulled back my elbows, but this time she wrapped my forearms with rope, round and round. When she had them well wrapped, she pulled the rope tight.Pain. Real pain. Through my shoulders and joints. No sissy little tweaks or. Emily wanted -- in fact she started full time the day after graduation, a day she remembered as the day she really became a grownup; it was also the day she first met Eve McClellan, although she wouldn't know that for another ten years. With the exception of a week that Sharon gave her off for her honeymoon, which she and Kevin spent by riding his old Kawasaki crotch rocket up to Mackinaw Island, she worked straight through until the day Kayla was born the following spring. She took a few days.