I messaged back my desperate need for sex and the lack of condoms and the no-pregnancy thing.Alia replied ‘try the pub’ – I had forgotten we set...up a WhatsApp group last night – she sent me a typically disgusting selfie, holding her pussy lips apart, with the caption ‘Fuck This’.Down the PubDaddy found me Alia’s old school blazer and skirt in a box of her clothes to put on for the short walk to The Sycamores. She must have shortened that skirt so often it barely covered anything anymore, and. She said “Would you like a drink, for I found wine, beer & Vodka in the fridge. Help yourself to anything you want” I said “Anything?” and with a wicked twinkle in her eyes she saidYes, anything that is there in the flat you can have, even….” and stopped. I went to her and putting a hand on her cheek, said “Even you?” and she “Especially me!” as she came into my arms and we kissed, our tongues exploring each others’ mouth, and I pushed her vest off her, exposing beautifully round shaped. He took his hand down and kept it on my ass. I kept both my hands around him and held him like he was my bf. He was muscular and I could feel his chest against my tits, it was very firm. I wouldn’t mind if he would tear my clothes and fuck me right there, I was mesmerized in his lust.He then squeezed my butt with his hand I moaned again, this time it was louder so some people around me heard it. The men who were touching me didn’t mind n were still trying to get a piece of me as much as they. It was at least an hour drive from where they picked up the girls in the alleyway. By now the women were wide-eyed and full of fear. Each one awoke at different intervals during the drive, and each one was hushed by the menacing voices of their capturers. They dared not say a word and just glared at each other through tears, which were streaming silently down their face. When the van was parked, the door swung open. Brian, who had been driving the entire time, was relieved to finally be able to.