It was made clear to Sharon that although the girls were welcome to accompany the Sodomite pilgrims on their wandering through Buggery, they should at...least conform to the same appearance as their mentors. Both Sharon and Sweetness were far too disorientated and distressed to object, after their ordeal in the camp and their near starvation in the countryside. Indeed, Sharon was living in a constant unfocused haze: a kind of continuing nightmare darkened by her present fears and past traumas.. I looked up and there he was staring at my wet, horny cunt intently. I didn’t realize he could see it, but apparently my leg was high enough to expose my pussy, giving him a perfect view. I could tell by the movement of his arm that he was stroking his cock. That was a major turn on and my pussy throbbed harder. I decided to give him a show. I pulled my dress a little higher and I saw him lick his lips and swallow and his arm was moving faster. He was stroking his cock, making himself cum.. Andrew knelt down and whispered into her ear. He told her that was for stealing his stuff. If she did it again the punishment would be worse next time. He helped her up and took her to the bedroom. He told her to get dressed and go home. When Casey saw the clock it said 6pm. She had been there for about 5 hours. She could not remember the entire time. Casey tried to find her clothes. They were no where to be seen. Little did she know one of the men who had a sick fetish for clothes had kept. My tears flooded across my face and I could feel the makeup running.The hand holding my head, the one with the gun, moved. He put it behind his back but with his mighty right arm he still pinned me to him. His hand clutched my wrist my shoulder and arm felt like they were going tear apart. His lips moved from mine and spit leaked from his mouth into my cleavage. Then he spat on my face, "Just wear it, you bitch," he hissed at me. He ripped the diamond neckless from my neck the silver chain.