The nastiest girl made up a sign that said any of the guys there could fuck Sierra for $100 a pop. They were allowed to do anything to her.Sierra was...grabbed by six angry and jelous girls and carried kicking and screaming over to a pool table. She was thrown down on it and had the wind knocked out of her.A line up of horny drunk men formed immediately. They paid the nasty bitch $100 each to have their way with Sierra.Sierra was pinned down by men on the pool table. A crowd gathered to watch. The pain . . . and . .. and . . . the PLEASURE! Ohhhhhh!" Finally, Colleen could come no more. She gave a last, despairing whimperand was still. A heady mix of blood and fay honey seeped out from between herlegs. And so it went, until Coyote had staked every girl and savored the musicof their death-cries. Now it was Lucretia's turn. He couldn't help feelinga little sorry for her, on her back as she was, with her legs up and her exquisitesnatch exposed. "It . . . it was a good thing we had. His other ride was a carbon black 2010 BMW 750i. He started up the sport utility truck and pulled out of the parking lot. He placed a call using the bluetooth.“Hey, baby,” the soft, demure voice gleamed.“Hey, love,” Mitch replied matter-of-factly. “How was your day?”“It’s been good so far. I was just finishing up dinner.”“Nice! I’m sure it’ll be delicious. I’ll stop by the pharmacy to get your prescriptions. Do you need anything else?” “No. I think I’m good. Thanks by the way.”“No problem. See. I had to wear it all the time. Three months!You know, I don't remember if I hated those three months or loved them."Marie's high point of the evening was zipping me into my jet blackbustier with the red satin demi-cups. She stood behind me and very veryslowly inched the zipper up from the top of my panted buns to rightabove the middle of my back. With each inch up the bustier gathered moreof me into it and pushed more of me to the waiting cups. Marie watchedthis progress with gleaming and.