“What’re you doing?”“You didn’t cum,” Candy said. There was a resolute sternness to her voice and lowered brows.“Wha?” For a second I ...ouldn’t put together what the hell she was talking about, when it hit me. Well, that, and the fact that she held up my used condom with her other hand.“I checked.”“Well, good for you,” I said. I was being smart. I get that way with a sharp finger in my cheek and a sour stomach. I needed a drink.“That doesn’t happen,” Candy said. She meant it.I was at the point. One of the cleaning company duties was to destroy the 'Confidential Waste' by burning in the basement incinerator. This duty was not popular with my work mates, so they were more than happy for me to do it every day. I would spend hours reading every snippet I could glean and invest my meagre resource. Not every tip was a winner, but enough were to make my money grow very quickly. Once I had graduated I worked full time for the cleaning company. In fact it was a one man and his dog operation. Thin, long-legged, small-breasted, innocent looking 16 year old Hallie Oakwood had left her panties at school. Was little Hallie walking around somewhere without any undies on? What should I do with them? Leave them out for anyone to find? Keep them? Give them back? What would I say? Hey you left these, I know theyre yours because I was peeking up your shorts while I was supposed to be coaching you? These and a million other thoughts raced through my brain as I turned the corner in the dark and. " And you call that rape?"She nodded. "I didn't want to do it." Then what?" So I guess we were making some noise because these other two boys came it and stood there watching us, watching him pounding in and out of my poor pussy, like doing push-ups in me, and they undressed. And their things, I mean their penises stood up, one of them pulled Roger, that was his name, the cute boy, Roger, he pulled him off and, he was bigger; I mean taller and his thing, his penis was bigger too, like the size.