I simply stopped typing when Mike started talking about my promotion and my dad's death. Was Mike angry? Why would something as petty as order in whic... I phone cause him anger? Did he not know that I loved him more than anyone else in the world? And why would he be surprised if I called him first about something. I did call him first when I came to know that my younger sister Amy was getting married, or did I?I was in for a long talk with him when I got home today. I would have to reassure him. This was exactly the kind of trouble that Tamara would’ve saved her from.“For starters, I know that a beautiful woman like yourself would like help out of that dress. Hopefully, I can be that help.”Billie laughed. She liked his directness and was reminded of herself in her younger days. She found herself leaning closer to him.Guy grinned as she slid her hand inside his blazer. As her hand pressed against his hard chest, Billie was impressed with what she felt. Of course, he was young, lean, and. I just had to ask her, “May I take your clothes off?”She hesitated for a moment, then nodded and stood up. I unbuttoned her blouse slowly, wanting to savour the moment. It fell to the floor in a crumbled heap, and I caressed her pert breasts through her bra. A soft, barely audible, moan escaped her lips. Her skirt was a little bit more troublesome, since it had a very tight fit on her hips. After a few failed attempts to get it off her she removed it herself, smiling shyly as she did so. Then. I felt Hunter once again grapple my throat squeezing hard. "Damn man, that really tightens her throat," said the man humping my face.Hunter laughed, and squeezed tighter. I struggled as best as I could, but one man had my hair. Hunter held on to my throat, a man lay on top of me screwing my ass, and the last man held on to me legs, I could not move. I couldn't breathe; I could not even make a sound. Tears streamed down my face. I was at their mercy, at their control. The man fucking my ass.