Janice did not want to see him and turned her back to him.Wayne put his hands on her shoulders and turned Janice round, “face me and undress,” was...his order.Fingers still trembling she unbutton her blouse and dropped it to the floor, with no bra on she was topless. Closing her eyes she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Looking at him she could see he was staring at her thong and he was starting to be aroused. At his command she removed her thong.Janice closed her eyes as his. Her ass looked amazing and I just make out the swell of her gorgeous breasts underneath the jumper. God I was already acting like some horny teenager!‘Mike! Come up would you’?I climbed the stairs – ‘Where are you’?‘In my bedroom - at the top on the right. Come in there’s something I want to ask you’.I walked in.‘What do you think?’Oh my God!! I was absolutely speechless. Susan was lying there sprawled on the bed wearing nothing but a sexy red bra and a matching thong. I could see her hard. After I punched out a man who hugged my girlfriend only later to find out he was her cousin, she had decided she had enough. So, she found a hypo ther****t who specialized in anger issues. So, we met with her and she told us, that before she could help I had to spend one month writing down the names of everyone who even slightly mad me angry. So I did. For one month, anytime anyone even slightly angered me even a little bit, I wrote their name in my book. If it was a person I did not know, I. Her mind raced.What would they do next? What would happen? Was she missed yet? Her Mom was probably still not home. What would they do with her. Would they have sex with her again? She felt so many pains but more than anything her shoulders ached. Every movement pulled painfully on her shoulders. Her personal areas ached from the rough fuck. She suffered bruises and cuts, not serious but all painful. How could they do this? Why did they hate her?The mood of the men was deepening, driven.