He knows what is required,” Agent Palmer told us.I have no flipping idea what she is talking about. They can’t kill me, or not very easily, but th...t still doesn’t mean I know how to act.Like a switch had been flipped, the two girls were all business now as we stripped in front of each other yet again. They had boy shorts while I had boxer brief style underwear. Each pulled on black bras that compressed their breasts down as tightly to their chests as possible. Our “uniform” were shirts and. She planted it in the middle of the room and placed a leg on either side of it. Standing directly over the waste basket she started to rub her pussy as she closed her eyes and moaned. Then she started fingering her pussy until I could hear it get sloppy wet again. She stopped just before she made herself cum and placed a hand on either thigh. She squatted just a little more and looked between her legs. I herd her ass start to bubble out my cum as I saw a long strand of whitish-clear semen. “Ok, but...” Liz looked up to see the teen already moving away.Thomas Clarkson looked down at his phone. It was from his friend, Robert Penderhorn. It was a picture of a Robert and some milf, showcasing her big tits and cute face, “Tonight.”Robert opened the door shortly after seven, “Welcome! Welcome! Come on in!”Liz was clearly impressed. This was not a home. It was a mansion. Walking into the living room, they spotted a teen playing video games, “Dude! Where’d you go! I’m getting killed. I was gasping for breath and crying like a baby.Kyra started giving directions to some of the boys and two of them helped me to my feet and someone put the cushion back on the lounge chair. I was picked up and stretched out on my back on the chair with my head hanging down over the foot of it.The boys that had placed me on my back on the chair continued to hold me down and I was starting to panic now. They were holding me firmly in place and I was helpless.I started pleading with them to let me.