By herself. A perfect victim.This was his cutest girl he had found this year.What a slutty little tease he thought to himself. He watched her and ob...erved many things. She had a round bumble bee type ass that fit perfectly into her light blue colored jean shorts. They were short. They just covered her lower ass cheeks but from the front they stopped just above her pubic bone. The little white front pockets poked out just below where she had torn the legs off. He could see white bikini. Cara only had two nice skirts, and she had been afraid of getting them soiled. Instead she was wearing a pair of tight jeans, and a white T-shirt. The shirt fit nicely, but her smallish breasts didn't make any kind of statement. Certainly not like her mother and Glenda's outfits.When she reached Conference Room E the door was ajar. She half turned and bumped it open, then walked right in, admiring the gold décor she had selected herself. To her surprise there were only four men. Seven of. Diane?" Mother asked softly."I don't know for sure," Kris replied, "But I would be willing to bet that she reacts the same way."And so she did.And it didn't take long to find out, either. A short time later, Diane came in with smoke coming out of both ears. "I'll kill him!" she growled. "By God, I'm going to kill him!"Mom reached out to Diane in the same way Kris had reached out to her. And Diane responded in the same manner, extending her arms with her palms down. As they gripped forearms, we. Rope after rope shot from his slit as he shouted in release. He had never cum so hard or as much as he had now. Shivering in the aftermath, he worked his best to get his breath under control. He felt as weak as a newborn baby as his bindings were loosened and fell away. Digging into the well of hate, he found a new strength deep within. As the last of the leather fell away, he breathed in deep as he pushed to his feet, tearing the blindfold from his icy eyes. Glaring around at the group of.