He started kissing her. In no time, they were completely naked and making out on the sofa. By now, Kate’s body had been accustomed to sex, and was a...ticipating it. Her pussy was dripping wet, and she was eagerly looking forward to having sex with Kyle, and the many orgasms to come. Kyle went to his coat pocket to retrieve a condom. “The third and last condom; this is the only one left. As promised, after this one, the sex will be over. You won’t have to do any harm to your boyfriend ever. I was speechless. To the point where I couldn't even argue at how cruel and misleading this all was when she opened the door and in walked her friend. He was tall, about 6'3 and had an athletic build. He wore a baggy hoody and jeans. "Meet Tyrone" she said to me introducing him to me. She soon explained that she was choose one of use by comparing us. She wanted to see what our bodies looked like and make her decision on who would be her first everything by who she was more attracted to. I'd been used yet again, my lovers has been set up, I had been used as bait, and it was even worse than the rape. I was so disgusted I had to find someone to whom I could attach blame. Someone deserved retribution, though I couldn't think of a punishment dire enough for the sick fuck responsible.In my scapegoat-seeking paranoia, I became fretful and impatient. A report came to me one day with the kind of evidence I had been half-expecting, and wholly dreading. Cheryl, my Home Office mole found. The stranger chuckled. He was a cute white guy, probably around 18. He was really stocky and muscular, but shorter, about 5’8.“Follow me” he said.Without thinking, I grabbed my hoodie, and stood up. I felt a river a juices run all the way down to my calves as both my pussy and condom emptied from gravity.He led me to a bedroom and immediately started squeezing my boobs.Without either of us saying a word, he pushed my back onto the bed and got his clothes off. I was too terrified and weak to.