My skirt rolled up exposing my bare pussy. His hands glided down shirt, releasing buttons one by one. My lips meet his and the urgency they possessed....He pulled back, ending the kiss and yanked his shirt off. I was right–solid granite. My hands slid down his chest feeling the contours of his abs. My tongue followed, painting a trail below. I pulled my top over my head and unhooked my bra, flinging it to the floor. His hands went to my tits, cupping their girth before going to one. His tongue. And occasionally they would take them to the clubhouse for some gang-rape.When Angie's mother had saved enough money she contacted Hank, asking him to smuggle her daughter over the border for her. Had she known what would happen, she would never have done that.Hank happily agreed to smuggle the 15-year-old girl over the Mexican border and quickly informed his friends about it. When they informed some club members about it, one of them had an interesting offer. He was contacted by a 50-year-old. Of course she was horrified at what was going on, but she was far too shy to try and stand up to these people. Yet she found herself getting to her feet and publicly denouncing the gatecrashers' actions."Who the hell do you think you are?! This is a wedding. Why don't you just go and leave these poor people alone?" Vera felt emboldened from having taken a stand, her eyes not deviating from those of Purple.Purple just smiled and clicked his fingers. "Objection noted." he told her.Vera began to. There was one of those outside the Nursery, so it was a good place for me to bring Estella and sit down on one of the couches.“Have I done something wrong, Signorina Bailey?” Estella asked nervously. She knew I was a friend ofHelen and Maria’s, and I could see that she didn’t know what to expect next except that it would be something bad.I smiled, shook my head, and sat down next to her.“No, Estella.” I assured her. “Not at all. I just want to talk. How do you know Lucinda? Be honest.” I added.