Behind the tinted windows and feeling better having relieved herself of some of that alcohol, she started chatting away. “Turn on the radio. Ohhhh... 50cent, I LOVVVE him. He’s so gangsta. You know what I mean? Keeping it real. From the streets. Word. Me and my girlfriends would love to just hang out with him and his homies, ya know?” She turned up the radio as loud as it would go and leaned out the window like she was a Crip in South Central. Never mind the fact that the closest she’d. I went down and stayed down while he pushed my skirt up and fucked my cunt. I was sure I was already pregnant from a rape earlier in the month, but that didn’t mean I had a right to say no. Women weren’t supposed to wear pants, underwear…anything that blocked access to their pussies anymore. He choked me while he fucked me and came hard inside me. The whole time he raped me, people just walked around us like it was nothing out of the ordinary. When he finished, he spit on me and called me a. “Oh Marge that feels so good” moaned Marie. I think the fact that she had already got herself off watching Marge helped her make her more sensitive. Any fears I had with Randy not being up for it were dispelled when I noticed his cock starting to show. Marie quickly dropped to her knees. “I want him Marge” she shouted. As if hearing Marie plea Randy mounted her and plunged his cock into her accompanied by screams from Marie and applause from Marge. “I feel like a total slut” moaned Marie. “It. She retreated back until she was pressed against the wall behind her and pulled her legs in front of her like a shield.I couldn’t do anything but stay curled up in Dan’s lap and watch. The tiny Nice Bec that lives inside my head and wants to look after everyone wanted to help her but my arms and legs weren’t listening to Nice Bec. All I could do was sit and watch and wish I could do something.After a bit, she must have figured we weren’t going to attack her but then something else was going on.