It opened to reveal Kriti standing in the same professional-looking grey skirt and maroon blouse she'd worn to the conference. "Hi Justin," she said,...stepping aside. "Come in." "Thanks," I said. I entered the room, so much like my own. The door swung closed behind me. On one of the beds was an open suitcase. A lacy powder blue bra hung halfway out of it. Kriti noticed me noticing her undergarment, and quickly went to the bed, tucked everything inside and closed it. "Sorry," she said, looking. I needed to keep my cool, and my eyes open.More time passed. Suddenly, I felt the van slow down gradually and come to a stop. My heart began to beat faster; I wondered if a confrontation was looming. But no; after a minute or so, the van began to accelerate once again. Apparently, we had merely stopped at a red light. We resumed our previous rate of speed, or something close to it, without interruption for what seemed to be about thirty minutes. At that point, our journey became punctuated with. "Don't be such a bitch." Where ya going?" Rick asked. "Have a little drink." Fuck off," I replied under my breath and they were both laughing stupidly. I felt humiliated, although I knew I shouldn't have. God! I couldn't wait to turn eighteen, and truthfully I wasn't sure I would wait that long. But finding my own place would be expensive and all I had was the three hundred dollars my dad sent me every month. I needed a job and now that I'd turned sixteen I could find one and then...My dad used. Another man entered my quivering ass hole with his oiled finger, and massaged inside my rectum. He replaced his finger with an oil filled syringe, and slowly pushed the plunger to the hilt. I could feel the hot oil flow into my anal canal, and it was so soothing, it calmed me some.I heard a voice up by my head telling me to open my mouth wide. The man instructed me to swallow the liquid right away, without tasting it with my mouth first. I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, until I.