"She's as skinnyas you." Look who's talking, bitch!" I said and felt a hand slap my back. Now theywere rolling with laughter seeing Mom was still in c...ntrol. I was flushwith embarrassment for opening my mouth."I know Kris is not a saint by any stretch of the imagination," Jennylaughed. "So Matt, are you controlling Kris?" Oh yeah, he's been a very good boy," I said. "He's too busy to get intotrouble." I know that's right," Juan laughed. "He knows everyone on the hall andtheir life history." I. "She doesn't need to know all that right now," he said, running a less than clean handkerchief over his brow."I'm a pornographer, I take dirty pictures of pretty girls like you doing all sorts of naughty things," I continued as if Bobby hadn't spoken."So you want me to pose for mucky pictures to get you off the hook," she turned on Bobby."Please Trina, you said you do anything for me," he whined."So if I do this," she said turning back to me, "how much are you paying?" For stills and videos, my. Still she edged past upturned beer crates and debris and found a dark wet corner to wait in. The whole time she was battling with her urges and her conscience but before she had chance to back out she heard footsteps approaching her. Out of the shadows came dark figure after dark figure, at least eight men in all. They circled her, fencing her in like a caged animal. Without a word each man unzipped his flies and pulled out a cock, until she was confronted with a wall of dicks all of varying. Then I hear a drink being made. I reach for my glass but I am handed a new drink. I take a sip and it's one of my favorites, Blue Lemonade. Still nothing is said. After what seems like an eternity, the driver stops again. A few moments later, the door opens and someone else gets in the limo. Now, I know we have stopped and picked up at least two other people.As the driver pulls away, I feel someone part my legs; I can feel soft kissed on my thighs and then a tongue on my clit. Next, I feel my.