Reassessing, Aran placed Sara’s age at seventeen or eighteen.“No! Not at all!” Aran said, trying not to sound defensive. “I’m sorry, Sara, I...meant not to be rude.”“Yes, well,” Sara began, acid on her tongue. “I meant not to live on the street and starve to death, but look what’s happening.”Aran looked down at his hands. He was still clutching an apple in each one. He was uncertain what to say next, but then Sara spoke again, this time in a gentler tone.“I’m sorry, stranger,” she said sincerely.. "Hey, why'd you stop, that felt so damn good." asked Me " It wasn't comfortable, sorry" replied Mel I sat up next to Mel and asked to play a game of truth or dare. Mel thought it would be a good idea so she agreed to play. After a couple a minutes both girls ended up completely naked. It was my turn to ask Mel 'truth or dare' "Dare!" Mel replies Amber, now inches from Mel whispers "Kiss me." The girls started making out, at first slow and soft but the faster and sexier. I climbed on top of Mel. He had his own.We pulled up at the church. I had only gone to services here once but enjoyed my attendance and the caring the people had for each other and for the Monroe's. I met Charlie and Tom in the pastor's office though here it was called the rector's office. Father Vernon was there dressed in his formal robes. We sat down and waited.[NOTE: I'm not Episcopalian and would probably make some mistakes in the ritual so I let it go. The result is what's important to the story.]Finally, it was. He threw me on the bed. "Whore!" "Yes, I'm your whore! What's your pleasure?" He pushed the button again and two armed men entered the room. "Take her to the studio." In a moment I was whisked away to what seemed like a well equipped television studio with cameras and lights etc. They sat me down on a stool and gave me a cool drink. It must have been d**gged because all I can remember was being hot and bothered, and black men having their way with me. One after another, naked black men came and.