As they walk to the center of the small store, a diminutive woman with spiky gray hair and piercing black eyes comes out from the back room."Good morn...ng, Ruth, how are you today?"Very well, Kathryn. What are we in need of?Kathryn takes Claire by the shoulders and moves her between them, facing Ruth. She runs her crisp red nails down the girl's arms, straightening them to her sides."This is Claire. She is spending her first spring break with me instead of her girlfriends on some dirty beach in. There is a girl sitting in a corner by herself. Nobody goes near her. I get curious. She looks about s*******n. I don't think she knows anyone there. I pull up another chair and sit down with her. She is sixteen. She doesn't care for men. I listen to her story. There isn't anybody else she can talk to. She saw the address of this place posted on a street lamp. She's scared of the people. I take her to dinner at a gay restaurant. Her name is Anne. I get to pick up the whole check for once. I. I could smell her fresh piss and could feel my penis uncoiling in my pants working towards a thick 8 inches. I managed to free the zip on her trousers and she sighed at the release of pressure from her stomach. I rolled down her soaking wet trousers and she lay back on the bed raising her ample arse as I eased them down and off. As I looked up towards her I could see the mountainous bump that was her pregnancy with all the stretch marks and the distinctive brown line up the middle of her. I was strangely calm considering our plight, I knew were going to be ****d and I was resigned to the forthcoming event, with a strange feeling of calmness. Pia was in fact being ****d as I thought, but thankfully she appeared to be unconsious to the abuse being enacted on her form between both these men. The car had stopped, where we were I had no clue, as I had dropped-off at the point of thinking about Pia being fucked. The door opened on my side and I was half pulled and half lifted from me.