My black mini leather skirt stained with the boys cum on it and my cunt slime and my piss. Yes I came, I probably came more then the boys that raped m.... I look for my compact to straigthen me up, One of the boys slapped me pretty hard, I'm going to have a bruise there on my rt cheek. And on my forehead in black marker "SLUT". (How come all the boys that could slap me had to have a ring?) I try to stand, but the cramps of getting raped and ass fucked by 4 teen boys, It's hard to stand. Wall sconces line the length of the wall but the lights are dimmed low enough to light the hall slightly.Spencer takes the lead as his partner keeps an eye on their backs as she follows. Within the first fifteen feet they come to a door on the right. Spencer reaches out with his hand to try the knob and finds it is locked. “Cover me,” he says pulling out a lock pick set. In less than thirty seconds he has the lock picked and the door open. He looks at Samantha and she gives him a nod, then he. Mom saw the look of despair onmy face and offered up a plan of her own."Look, I think maybe you can avoid any problems, but you'll have tocharge about half what a professional painter would. It would still be adecent amount of change for you to jangle in your pockets." I wasn't sureI could snap out of my depression so quickly or easily. Hell, for all Iknew I'd never hear from Mr. Hospin again anyway. Finally, I decided thatnone of it was worth worrying about. Mom couldn't believe the way I. Her name tag said Rachel on it, and she was a redhead in her thirties, very nicely dressed, as she was the manager of a bridal shop. She was probably thinking at this point that I was a fiancee of one of her customers there to make a last minute purchase.My first nervous statement was, "I'm looking for bridal gowns in the 12 to 14 range, and I was wondering if you might have a sale rack."She looked somewhat confused as she led me over to a rack along the wall with several dresses covered in.