I didn’t have a car so I began walking toward the bus stop. She pulled over and opened the passenger door. I considered ignoring her but, I was col... and wet. I hopped into her little Miata and closed the door. Sitting in the little car, my legs pressed against my chest, I must have looked ridiculous, but she didn’t laugh at me. She just pulled away from the curb. It wasn’t even a block before she began talking. ‘I know you, don’t I?’ she said. I watched a little kid in the back of a gray. All of Clara’s wishes couldn’t change the grim reality of her situation, however. She was prone, pinned down, with the biggest cock her pussy had ever taken ramming her over and over again. The pain and shame she was feeling was indescribable. Not only was she being raped brutally, but her sickening ordeal was being recorded by the cameras situated in all four corners of the room. She could only wonder what use the tape of her and Amy’s violation was going to be put to...On her bed, Amy was. A few days later I got home from work. It was five-thirty and getting dark. I pulled up on my drive, got out of my car and walked towards the front entrance. I noticed an envelope had been stuffed carelessly in the letterbox. I’d already had one letterbox flap pulled off its hinges and this one looked to be another victim of that careless young man who passed off as a Royal Mail postman.I pulled the padded envelope from the letterbox and checked that the flap was still intact. It was. Miller and Sheriff Owen stepped through the door. I was moaning from my cum, and Mr. Miller and Sheriff Owen were both naked. Mr. Miller already hard smiled, and Sheriff Owens seven inches stood straight up as soon as he saw what I was doing. He let out a soft moan. Thats fucking hot. Good cunt. Mr. Miller said as he watched me settle down from my cum. Now, put your thumb up in there too. He and Sheriff Owen moved to sit on either side of the bed, staring hungrily at my spread open slit. I.