She heard the group of intoxicated men whistle and make humiliating comments. Over the roar of the excited men that surrounded her; she heard Jake the...bartender announced to the crowd that he put up the “Bar Is Closed” sign, and the rowdy room got even louder. It was a lonely underground dive bar surrounded by a bunch of closed businesses on a slow night. There was not cavalry coming to the rescue. Next, Holly hands slap and grope her ass, her balls and sissy cock. An old toothless guy that. Usually he would have been already hard and ready again. He must have gotten some pussy earlier. Susan wondered where and with whom? Was there some other girl in school fucking that she didn't know about? Susan doubted it.Then she remembered that the boys had mentioned Miss Thomas, but Susan discarded that possibility. Not cold-assed Miss Thomas. There was not a sexy bone in her body. A boy would have to beat her half to death and rape her to get into her panties.Rape. Surely the boys wouldn't. My hands caresses your back, you brush your nipples against my hairy torso, your hand brushes my hair on the head.I kiss your ears, your neck. I go sown your cervix and kiss your breasts. I close my mouth upon one of your nipples and I treat it right, licking it with circular movements. I love to feel it getting harder against my tongue. You moan softly and present me your other breast to do exactly the same thing.Your sex opens, excited, greed for my penis. You take it inside your vagina. We. The fabric that packed her mouth swallowed her moans, and he placed a hand firmly against her lower face, making sure, she did not spit the mass out. His other hand buried itself in her hair and pulled back slowly, forcing her to tilt her head skyward and expose her throat. He kissed it, his tongue slipping from between his parted lips and tracing a line from her chin to just above her breasts.She was trembling now, and she wanted nothing more than to pull the panties from her mouth and kiss.