.. you got Cindy to give you a tattoo, huh?" Vicky asked me, right out of the blue.I stared at her, in utter shock. Shit. What is she thinking!?"A tat...oo?" Mom gasped, looking at me critically."Oh, boy," I mumbled."You didn't tell her?" Vicky said with a wry smile.It was pretty obvious that she knew I hadn't said a word to Mom about getting tattooed. Yet again, I found myself wondering what Vicky's game was.Anyhow, there was no use lying, so I said, "Uh, yeah. I was gonna tell you, Mom.. Finally he relented and stopped. All Eve could feel was Greg's hot breath on her pussy as his ragged breathing matched her own breathlessness.Eve had only a little experience with cunnilingus and until recently had never felt a mouth between her legs. She had a feeling that Greg was a master cunt licker. She was drained but spread her legs obediently when the man climbed up and slid his youthful prick into her far enough to wet his ball sack with her sopping pussy.She didn't know where Greg's. Each time he pushed forward, his cock head bumped gently against the girl's chin, and he stuffed a pillow beneath her head to angle her face upwards so his bloated cock head would slide into her open mouth.Chris had never been tit-fucked before, and she watched with interest as the photographer's huge boner slid in and out of her firm tit channel. Grabbing her tits in her hands, she squeezed them together and around the thick cock shaft. She watched as Ted pulled at her nipples and rubbed them. Quamria recognized the bearded toughie as another ofher rapists from the night before. Determined to settle that particular score,she took another step forward. The capture, later tortures and rapes could easilyhave dampened a lesser spirit. She could succumb to their barbarous invasions,yet she wanted to be no victim. Instincts taught her to seek revenge. Theattacks aroused more bitterness than hurt. She strode purposefully, each step maskingmore agony. The metal collar chafing her neck.