”The instant that Bryce disconnected, Sean called Amanda’s cell phone. Her phone rang only once before her breathless voice came over the speakers...in his car, “Hi Sean, are you and Mickey heading back to the hotel?”Sean hesitated before responding, because the sound of her voice had made his throat tight and he didn’t want his voice to betray him to her just yet, “Hi Amanda. Mickey had to head down to my cabin so she could help with the interrogations down there tonight and tomorrow. I was. As she settled herself, I could feel her breasts moving freely. She wasn't wearing a bra! I put my arm around her, stroking her back, over her shirt, wishing it was under. She put her hand on my chest and relaxed against me. A short while later, the old man stirred himself, said goodnight and went to bed. I think he realised he'd been a twat. When he left, mum said "Thanks for what you said", reached up and kissed me, gently and slowly. I told her I meant every word. She blushed. We carried on. I was feeling even drunker, passing out here and there from the alcohol and sex.The back of the SUV opened. Daddy took off the cover.Daddy Mike: “So here she is. Used, drunk and full of cum. Take her. When you are done, just dump her on the street, she loves it.”I really do.A daddy carried me out of the SUV, still tied and muffled with duct tape. He took me down into a storage area of what looked like a porn shop, I wasn’t sure. There was a thin, black mattress on the floor. I guess daddy Mike. What ever they were injecting me with , i was becoming addicted to it.by the forth day i was hooked and i turned my life over to the gang.i was forced to sign over my car . as i watch them spend the money on d**gs and booze, i was d**gged and in the side bedroom. he walked in.he was a black man, older , maybe mid fifties. i thought maybe this man would be my salvation and help me, ,,,, i was wrong. he started to get undressed, and i knew i was in trouble. he had a angry look about him, like he.