" said the punk jammin' his rod into me. The other one told Sarah, "You too barbeque. Eyes nose ya got one. Or do ya want me to find it in thems fine ...ags youse wearin'? Sarah lifted up her left arm, unclipped the small pistol and dropped it into the punk's open hand. "This one sharp heater, Eyes agonna sneeze this."They herded us to a door in the back. I could feel the cold breeze from under the door. The first punk said, "Go on out snatcher, Mister Blue wants ta jaw atcha." They led us out. .. hiding the passage to her desires like a door that could only be opened with a special key. A very special "clit" key as I now called it, remembering that moment and that day, just days ago now.Danny had gone to spend two weeks with his father as his mom and dad had gotten divorced two years previously. It meant a semi-lonely period of time for me while he was away, few others our age living close by, and especially with the two of us having recently graduated from high school, it meant a. Everything blended together until it felt as complicated and as meaningless as wading through a sea of confetti and bullhorns. He knew he must have asked an employee for directions to the Embassy and gotten there somehow, but the journey felt like television static when he tried to go back to it. Had he walked the entire way? Or taken a train? Didn't he have to pay? He remembered handing over something blue.But it was nothing but overstimulating mush until he found himself in the Embassy. In the morning when I woke up my bonds had been released, I was lying face up with Roy sitting on my stomach slapping me to wake up.R: you bitches need to wake up earlier. I want to piss so badly.He came near my head and forced his cock into my mouth and pissed. It was the worst taste ever. When he noted that I wasn’t drinking it he squeezed my head between his legs. I got the idea he will hurt me as long as I don’t drink it. So I drank it after which I had to vomit but he would not move. So I.