Sara grabbed her drink, and slithered towards the living room. She could hear that the game was now over, and as she entered the room, saw her son sle...ping soundly on the sofa. The other 3 boys laid him on the couch, and covered him up. “Well, what do we do now?” Ken asked Mike and Mark. “I don’t know” Mark replied. Sara stood before the young men, and gave them all a big seductive smile. She could tell the young men were quite buzzed, as was she. Sara inched her way closer to the 3 young men,. The furniture, fittings and all the pictures on the wall were bought as a single item from John Lewis at Brent Cross. It already had the feel of a bachelor pad with yesterday's underwear overflowing the laundry basket and pyjamas strewn over the pillow.Karen picked up the pyjama trousers and held them between her thumb and forefingers as if they were contaminated. "You're clearly not getting enough sex," she said disdainfully. "Come on, Alex. Take off your clothes. We're not going to fuck with. She was dry so spitting on my finger I moistened her, stood up, looked across to him, walked out and down the stairs and opened the side door, fully, left it open and walked into the darkness of the living room, and closed the door. Eventually he came in and made his way upstairs. I waited a few minute to give him time to mount her, then I heard her. She was obviously being humped, and he was making all these strange noises, both in unison. I went upstairs and looked in. He was on top, her legs. She wanted to question her about the validity of their reputed method of subjecting the female captives to anal torture to completely break down their spirit and sense of resisting loss of their independence.In all honesty, the petite and fit American woman was lucky to have survived her ordeal at the hands of the Dog Warriors in the non-government controlled interior because they usually separated the heads from their captives for trophies rather than releasing them back to civilization.Donna.