When I exit the bathroom my 'new boyfriend' is waiting as well as two of his biker buddies. I can see the interest in their eyes as well and shudder; ...rateful it was only one of them that raped me. I have heard horror stories of girls being gang raped by a whole motorcycle club. Doing as he asks until an opportunity comes for me to escape is probably my best bet, at least for now."If I have to pretend to be your girlfriend I should probably know your name." I state disdainfully as I step up to. He gripped my hair more tightly, holding my head in position as he started to thrust.I wanted to tell him to ease off, to let me do the work, but that was impossible with my mouth so full.His body began to move faster, telling me that he didn't have time for a slow, sensual approach. I gave up trying to control his thrusting hips and instead focused on preventing myself from gagging as he buried himself down my throat.He didn't last much longer, although I wasn't sure I could take any credit. "And she gave him a quick kiss; placed her hand under his chin and began licking his neck. A moment later her other hand went down to the bulge in his shorts and Garth groaned as her fingernails scratched through the material of the shorts and raked over the engorged head of his cock.Siggy came, spewing a huge load against the wall he was leaning on. Ruefully, he took his handkerchief and diligently wiped the semen from the wall, cleaned himself up and resumed his vigil at the. He threw the glass as hard as he could, wishing that the shattering of glass could heal him, heal them. He knew she was gone, knew he'd pushed her away so that he could protect his heart. He'd built such a wall around himself, he didn't know if even he could figure out the way through.Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters.The letters she'd thrown at his feet were now on the table. When he'd picked them up, he didn't know. He'd been in a whiskey soaked haze since he'd heard the door.