She's a Nun, a woman of the faith.Still how can she tell I just got off work?Is the smell of smoke and alcohol that strong?It must be, she couldn't po...sibly see my outfit beneath these cloths.But she knows, I just know it. The way she keeps looking at me from time to time, with that look of lowly pity... and disgust.Well what the hell does she want from me? Not everyone can be as good as she is! Not every one can be righteous and sinless. I have to pay the bills somehow.Besides, what's it too. “The milk is gone. Who will pay for it? It’s her fault,” Albert insisted again. I reached into my purse and pulled out two copper pieces and threw them on the ground.“This for your milk,” I said, and then threw down two silver pieces as well, “and this for the girl. Never let me lay eyes on you again,” I added. Albert grabbed the money and took off.I went over to the girl. She was still lying in the street sobbing and moaning. I knelt down so I could examine her. Her red hair was obvious, not. "Keep away! I'll tell my mother!" she warned, her eyes growing roundwith fear as they kept approaching her."No! No!" she screamed as hands took her arms and pulled her erectand forward. "You can't do this!" she screamed.Emily struggled to hide herself as the women pushed her down onto herback, capturing and forcing her thighs firmly up against her littlebreasts, and parting her bottom most indecently.Lady Bennett then placed cushions under her lower back and taking afirm grip of Emily's ankles. ‘But I’ve no clothes on,’ Zoë again whispered shyly. ‘For fuck’s sake, stupid bitch, they’ve all just fucked you!’ Jamil said shaking his head. Zoë had no choice, but to make her way across the room naked. She held one arm across her breasts and put one hand between her legs. She stumbled through the men and got to the toilet. Zoë sat and listened to the cum dripping from her vagina into the water. She then peed, took a deep breath and re-entered the room. To Zoë walking naked through these.