Ein unbekannter Brief eine Aufgabe eine Geschichte.wünsche Euch allen viel spaß,nun gehts los: _____________________________________________________...__________________________________________________________________________________________Start StoryMontag , mit einer Gewissen Vorfreude warte Ich auf den Feierabend und darauf meine Süße zuhause zu Treffen.Sandra ist 1,69 m mit schönen großem Busen, und hell braunen Haaren, schon fast Blond. Ihre Blau Grauen Augen sind ein Ocean in denen Mann. By now I was trembling. This wasn't usual with the notes. I took it when it was handed to me, shaking slightly. When I read it I couldn't help myself."Oh god no."The note told me to strip, put my shoes back on and come back to the girl's car. I looked out the window and saw that they had driven away from the guy's car. It was probably only 100 feet, but it looked like a mile to me. I looked around at the guys, shivering, seeing their smiles. I didn't want to do this, but they had all seen me. Fuck! Why is my head hurting like a motherfucker? What the hell is that smell and damned beeping noise? Why can't I reach the damn alarm clock?All of that would have to wait since I needed to take a monster piss.I tried to get up only to find I was strapped down to a bed.No, no, no! I am not back in that FBI holding room again! I can't be, can I? Was the last few weeks another crazy drug induced fantasy? Did Gordo have someone else that had me drugged up somewhere to endure years of mind. How hot.”“And serving Winter,” Becca Brittany said. “If she'd cum in you, you'd lose.”“Right, right,” the girl said. “Ooh, those futa-fairies really made us horny things. They must really like it when we cum. So, I guess we fuck her now.”“Preference on which hole?” Becca Brittany asked. “After fucking your tight cunt, I wouldn't mind giving her ass a try.”My heart pounded. They talked to me like I'd already lost. Like it was a foregone conclusion that they would defeat me. They didn't even look.