It was impossible to see anything, until those shady clouds faded and Jake found himself at the abandoned house. Hunter was there, alone. Jake tried t... call Hunter, but it was as if he was invisible, Hunter couldn’t see or hear him.Hunter was sitted, he had a worried look on his face and constantly looked at his cellphone, to check the time. Then, he suddenly stoo up and dialed some numbers on his cellphone:“Hi, Miss Warsavage, it’s Hunter. Is Jake there?”…“Ok, I’ll wait.”……“What…? He said. The brief moment of savouring passed. Serena lay listless beneath him, allowing him to violate and use her body as a toy for his selfish gratification. His muscles tensed, legs straining as he pushed himself up inside her. He gasped, and she felt the jet of his seed erupt deep inside her.He was spent and she felt remorse at the guilt of her near collusion. He freed her wrists, slipping his body from her. She kept her head turned away, unwilling to meet his gaze as he pulled himself off her.. She had been fantasizing about this moment since she walked in the door. As she sucked Tim's penis, she could almost see those men watching her. She fantasized that she was sucking one of them-though she knew she would never do that. In her fantasy, she would suck one off, then move to the next one, and then the next, until they had all cum in her willing mouth, the crowd cheering their approval.Janice barely realized that Tim was calling out a warning until she felt him begin to squirt his. "Fuck, I've been at this for over an hour now, there has gotta be one woman to take a ride." Then I saw a woman sitting on a chair ten feet away. I walked towards her and got only three feet away. "I will not drink this, dirt bag! I saw you put a roofie in it!" the woman yelled, while looking at me and throwing the drink at me. "What the fuck, bitch?" I yelled, throwing my drink at the floor. "I think you just answered your own question: I'm a bitch. Now fuck off." My hands came up and clenched.