She was trembling not just from the cold but her trauma. “I was raped once when I was 17,” Veronica said softly.Sally’s heart sank. “What? You...were raped?”“Y-yes. It was at a party my senior year of high school. I thought I had asked for it because I dressed provocatively and flirted with the guy but later on I realized I was raped. I kept telling him no but he continued. Years went by and there was always some deep sadness within and I never knew why until you mentioned wanting to get Ginger. I went down and holding his cock let my tongue brush over the head I could taste the pre cum and took it into my mouth sucking it hard while massaging the shaft and balls then licking down his shaft and taking his balls one at a time into my mouth before taking the cock back into my mouth sucking and wanking him it wasn’t long until he unloaded at thick warm cum load into my mouth. I swallowed most of it, it tasted good better than some I have tasted. We moved to the bed where I was face down. The levity had momentarily made me forget the violence I’d just been shown. Mentally returning to the meeting, it suddenly dawned on me why this team was assembled. What was not clear was just this: Why me? What did they want me for? As I sat there trying to keep all of this information in my brain, sorted, and ready for use, Clint, the one member of the team I knew other than Simone, turned to me in response to my puzzled look and said, ‘You’re probably wondering what this has to do with you.’. “No, tell me slower. Tell me all of it,” I told her. Stacy bit my lip in frustration, her hips moving closer to me, trying to get her pussy closer to my hard cock. I moved back slightly so that the tip was still just touching the soft skin of her lips. Stacy groaned. “Why are you doing this to me?” she asked, kissing me deeply, sucking my tongue into her mouth. “Because it’s hot,” I told her. “Now tell me.” Her hand moved a little faster on my shaft as she moved closer, her breasts pressing.