Holly was too exhausted and overwhelmed to move her body an inch. She lied on the dirty bed, the entire bottom-half of her body was wet from the cum o... a dozen men with a beer bottle stuck up her sore sissy cunt.Back in the bar, the guys were trading stories, laughing at what they had done to the sissy when, they hear a pounding at the door. “Can’t you fucking read, the bar is closed!” yelled Jake the bartender. “It’s me asshole!” the voice yelled back. “Sorry Bear…” Jake quickly jumped up and. She was proud of how they looked. But she hadn't ever dressed as slutty as some of the other girls at school. She had never even noticed her father looking at her. How could he hold her looks against her. If she could have talked she would have loudly proclaimed her innocence but the gag in her mouth kept her attempts at communication down to a few inarticulate words and a muffled "No, no, no".Her dad grinned evilly at her protests and gave her tit another hard squeeze. "Damn these melons look. "It hurt her when he left," Sara said softly, "She'd never admit it, butthat's why she's angry with everyone and everything. It's tiring after awhile."I'm never sure what to think about what people say to me after they'vebeen drinking. I didn't think that Sara was drunk, but even the smallestamount can make people say things that they didn't mean to. The challengeis to work out if they were things that the person has said becausealcohol has released some suppressed feeling or desire, or if they. ”She said with a smile. She raised her over-sized sunglasses and then let her gaze fall from my face to my lap. I looked down and the front of my shorts was tenting out in a rather obscene manner and I wondered when that had happened and started to shift how I was sitting. “No, no. If you move, I will hide mine too!!” I looked slowly over at her and then beyond and all around the neighborhood. Most of the strangers had left and some of the neighbors were still talking with people, but.