"I understand that. But, he was wrong not to consider the circumstances. He didn't give you a moment to compose yourself, to let you calm down after y...ur friend started on you, and explain things. What could have been a semi-rational conversation between two people turned into a screaming match with accusations being hurled from half a dozen people. You couldn't help but feel razed by the sheer number of people ganging up on you. It took me a bit of time to see that, I'll admit. But I do see. Sometimes the men had the cunt lay on her back and masturbate for their amusement, sometimes the men enjoyed slapping the cunts tits, if someone was having a bad game it was their consolation to use the item of their choice to beat the cunt’s ass - one man in particular enjoyed using a cane on cunt, when he was having a bad night he would tell the cunt to get the cane she would be trembling as she crawled back into the room with the cane in her mouth, he always gave the cunt at least 10 strikes. "No, he must wait to see if we can develop a counter to the machine first. If not they'll have to go in there with full block shields on and that could be chancy," Zandra said."Are YOU going to tell him that?" Miranda demanded."No, I need to get back to find out what those people with the Ambassador know," Zandra told her."Randell isn't likely to listen to anyone but you," Miranda reminded her."Yes, I love the guy, but you're right, he can be pigheaded at times. All right, I'll record a message. The other two were reluctant at first, both aware that the welfare of their own tender young bottoms was threatened by the inevitable parental wrath and fiery indignations. But the onlookers' full-throated persistence bore fruit after a further forty minutes, when Tracy removed her fluorescent top. She passed it to her boy friend, Dean, who had just turned up at this time and instructed him to take good care of it as it had cost her a lot of money. Dean complied leeringly. He was glad that all.