Franklin? Are you here?"Peter picked up his briefcase and stepped into the dark house. He waited until his eyes grew used to the darkness and then clo...ed the door behind him. There was a tiny click as the lock engaged itself. The living room was cluttered with old boxes and stacks of books and newspapers. The furniture was old and tattered. The walls were covered with photographs, many of them yellowing with age. Peter walked across the carpet worn to the color of dust. On the other side of the. .. I will be back in the morning to pick up the little slut” Paul replied before I was led naked, back to the rear section of the store into the video booths area (a place Paul has taken me often) and as the mob (it sure seemed like one to me) meandered through the maze of dimly lit hallways guiding me farther inside, my bare feet made contact with the increasingly nasty floor as we moved deeper. Once deep in the darkness, I was pressed down to my knees and backed against a wall as a large cock. But on the other hand, it looked like she took life in stride, had a good outlook on it and was what I call bubbly.That evening she came to the campground and the three of us hung out. She kept talking about her boyfriend and how he was on vacation, how she missed him. We weren’t sure if he was real or imaginary just made up to keep us at bay. Ronny was like a dog in heat. He persisted in steering the subject to sex but I guess that’s normal when you’re that age. At first the comments were. ’ ‘Yes. Yes, Sir,’ I sobbed. He stood and delivered one final blow, this one harder than all the others put together. I screamed wordlessly and he dropped the belt to the floor, shoving me onto my stomach. ‘Thank me, girl,’ he demanded, pulling the panties off and putting a hand on the back of my neck, pinning me in place. ‘Thank you, Sir.’ He jammed his dick into my pussy, forcing his way in since I wasn’t wet. I moaned again and he started rocking into me, his hips slapping into my poor.