Instead, I walked forward and past several doors that led into open meeting rooms that had a wistful, forlorn air to them. One had a rotting meal set ...ut beside a bench with a book dropped on the ground. Another had some clothes left behind - whoever had been changing or naked inside had run off and left them behind. A third had a single severed hand, still clutching what looked like a baseball bat that had been bent in half.Then I came to an intersection - more like a courtyard, actually. It. Hard deep thrusts making me deep throat your cock and then gag me.Unnoticed others have moved up close to us, loosely encircling us, their cocks in their hands stroking as they watch me pleasure my man. One a bit bolder than the rest speaks up "can I touch her man? shes so fucking hot" and I hear you tell him to go for it. All of a sudden it feels like there are hands everywhere stroking my body, pinching my nipples, fingering my hot dripping cunt. The sight of those men touching me inflames. I enjoyed how she was gently, loving my ass, when I then felt the air from Ellen's nose in the crack of my ass. Before I realized what she was about to do, I felt her tongue push between my cheeks and search for my asshole. I stopped thinking and could only feel, as Ellen's tongue licked my hole. She circled it with her tongue and pushed as hard as she could into it. She then brought her mouth down between my legs. She pushed my legs apart gently, and then took my both of my balls into her. ”Jason hung up, and dialed 411 again. After a moment he was connected to the Bakersfield Rape Crisis Center. He identified himself and asked to speak to whoever was in charge. “Sara Alden, here. Can I help you?”“Yes, Sara. This is Deputy US Marshal Jason Magill. I’m outside of a town within a hundred miles of you, and we’ve just found a group of teens and young adults that were being kept as slaves. All of them, male and female, have been repeatedly raped and sodomized. I wanted to see if you.