Hundreds of the fucking plebs had streamed in through the breach in Ashton Lovelock's electric fence. And an entirely unappetising bunch they were too... The men were unshaven. The women wore no makeup. Shabby cheap clothes: ill-fitting, unstylish and unprepossessing. The plebs were barely human. They deserved the bullets that tore their bodies apart. They deserved the savage beating they were getting from the security guards that left them barely alive. The most unlucky ones deserved to have. Resisting the temptation to stick my tongue or fingers deep in to her pussy, I closed the door and got in to the front seat, and tried to look straight ahead, but lust and curiosity got the best of me, and soon I was kneeling on the seat, facing back, watching their every move.My heart was pounding, I was gasping for breath as Rodger started arranging her, taking his time, laying her down on the back seat, and positioning himself between her legs, by now she was whimpering, starting to beg him. Then I grab her skirt and roll it up, til her tight little ass cheeks are showing…and so that her pussy mound would peek out from behind when she bent over. Remember I whispered, don’t bend your knees and keep your legs together. Do you remember what you’re about to do? I ask. She noddes her head yes and says “I’m just getting them more beer…but the sexy way…like you do.” Great answer…I pause and then ask her an important question…and her answer, little does she know, determines how the rest of. OH MY GOD! I was entranced. The nightgown fell down to the floor, and she was naked underneath! The only other female I had ever seen naked was my mom once, when I accidentally walked into the bathroom while she was in the bath tub. Damn. I had my pants down in a second and I started stroking my boner. Not fast and heavy. I wanted this to last as long as possible. But, I was torn. I wanted a better close-up view. I totally didn’t want to leave the window, but.