As I leaned over to pick up a fork which had fallen, my jeans ripped right on the ass crack, with a loud tearing noise. 'Ooh, looks like you need some...new pants' the owner said. 'Oh, sorry, this is so embarassing' I replied, quickly turning around to hide my ripped pants. My ass cheeks had ballooned since I started talking hormones, and they barely fit my jeans now, no wonder they had ripped. 'Do you want to earn a little extra money, buy some nice new clothes?' he asked, waving a fat wad of. It was a hot day,and the drink was flowing.Every year we have a little party for the guys,and the wives get together next door and do there own thing.were there,as we always are every year,talking shit,about cars and women,as we always do.Eventually,the subject came back to Nancy,Steves wife.We all want to fuck her,its no secret,even Steve jokes about it.She is way hotter than all of our wives put together. Out of the blue Steve,completly wasted says"she wants to fuck you to ya know!"all of. The hands were rough with me. There were fingers pulling on my nipples, grasping at my pussy, the lips, my clit. Then, the speaker guy ordered everyone to stop touching me. The hands stopped. I was shaking. I think I was quivering, really. The speaker called me a 'trashy pig' and a 'slut' and then he slapped my right ass cheek very hard. It took my breath away. He slapped my left ass cheek. Right. Left. He called me 'filthy piglet' and kept smacking my ass till..."Laura's voice trailed off.. "I really want to go in to insure Williams safety is secure at all times. To do that I really do need a weapon," I suggested."No weapon, it is the single condition," she said."Very well, when do we leave?" I asked."The raid is being planned as we speak. When the troupers are on site, we will pull up." she informed me.I couldn't really wrap my head around a banana republic's politics. Okay someone in the government figure out that the USA was supplying arms to the rebels. So they wanted to grab.