Locked of course, but worth a try, just in case.I removed various items from my bag: a roll of pale masking tape and a heavy hemp sack with the bottom...cut open. I peeled back a corner off the roll, and hooked it to my belt, checked the hinges on the bathroom door, making sure it opened outwards, and squatted down to wait against the wall beside it, placing the canvas bag with its attendant goodies beside me on the floor.The waiting was the hardest, what with the adrenaline making me shaky, and. I was scared but as well as excited for the unknown thing awaiting ahead.As soon as the car started my seniors put their bags aside and ordered me to do the same which I did.Then they both started moving their hands on my body and when I protested I was slapped hard on my face and was gagged.O me of them moved his hand inside my skirt and was surprised to find no panties.He called me slut and pressed his two fingers inside me making me whin in pain.I was getting wet much to their pleasure .they. “Oh, you don’t have to do that Scott,” Missy said quickly. “I want to,” he smiled back, hoping it was convincing. She grinned a little at him. He walked back to the table and picked up his father’s dishes. Returning to the sink he began washing everything carefully, using as little water as possible. Missy walked up beside him and attempted to take over. He smiled and nudged his hip against her, keeping her away. “I got this Missy,” he said quietly, liking the way her name sounded on his. ‘I sure as hell hope none of the patrol units swing through here tonight,’ he gasped while Helen’s hand continue rubbing up and down on his shaft. Helen used Joe’s erection as a handle and urged him to turn toward her. After he did, she bent down and licked the florid, arrow-shaped tip of his cock, tasting the salty, acrid taste of his excitement. ‘Ohhhhh!!!’ Joe exclaimed, thrusting his hips forward, trying to get Helen to take more of him in her mouth. ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this!’.