“No.”“Well, now you have something to think about. And I’ll give you one more thing to think about. Something important.”“What’s that?�... I sighed.“What does Penny want from you? Don’t answer! Think about it. I bet you have no clue.”She was right. I did have no clue. I hadn’t talked to Penny about the situation. I had simply assumed she wanted a good first time, like the girls I’d been with in High School. And that was a dangerous assumption.I blew out a long breath, “I have no idea.”“You better. I was so engrossed in the game that I did not notice their bulging crotches. I did not see them exchanging meaningful glances also.Suddenly Harry caught my shoulder and pressed my upper body down and William caught hold of my ankles and separating them got between them. I started to struggle when I realized that they planned to rape me.William with his cock out was pushing wildly between my legs. I tried to scream but couldn't because Harry had placed his hand on my mouth. William missed. You glare at me and then wrap your lips around my fingers sucking the juices off in one smooth erotic motion.The game had started again by this point. I settle back to watch. The tension in the room is electric, my cock hard as a rock. Your juices are running down onto the couch. Your body shaking at the edge of an orgasm, with doesn’t seem to be quick in coming with the Dolphins with the ball in their own end. Suddenly, the ball is on the ground, a Steeler defender runs by and picks it up. Every fact in it wasprecise, and precisely true. It made no reference to how I wasdressed or the role I was playing. It didn't mention Beckett callingme 'an old bitch'. Mind you, I hadn't told them that, so it washardly surprising. The picture the statement painted was of Beckettbreaking in to Hadleigh Hall and confronting Lord and Lady Marsham asthey were preparing to retire, not of the Countess cuddling with hermaid on the sofa. I signed it 'Hadleigh' in the boldest, mostmasculine.