"As he was talking to the others he bought the belt down on my back, again and again. Then my arse and top of my thighs. I was crying out loud. It did...'t make any difference, he just kept on beating me. A few fell between my legs and caught my cunt lips. It was so painful I couldn't scream.This went on for what seemed like ages. The one guy laid me on my side and drove his cock into me side ways. It was forcing its way in scrapping parts of my cunt never touched before. Once again with a. Bbc sprung from boxer one after another in the dark we were way too slow once they dive in''any little cock boy wanna touch a real cock?''laughing together at us all of them wanting us to throw our boxer too, night bath rules they saidnot wanting too and swimming away was uselessall 3 line us up standing in the low water side of the pool, our wet boxer pulled off trying to fight em scarred and not wanting to be nakedall 3 of regular size trying to hide our 6inch , bigger hard black cocks all. ’ the driver said. ‘Do you work for Mr. Crowe?’ Sean asked. ‘I work for Humantech. I have been a driver for their executives and VIP’s for almost 4 years now.’ answered the driver. ‘Really? That’s great. Does he always wake up people and tell them to go get in a strange car so that he can fly them across the country for a meeting?’ asked Sean almost not expecting an answer. The driver laughed. ‘Well, it doesn’t happen all the time, but typically Mr. Crowe does pretty much just tell people what. ’ Camille couldn’t hold her own smile and looked out toward the glass, her thoughts drifting to the changes in Gabe Russell over the past couple of months. True, she had known him for four years and he had always been a happy guy, but come game days he was a force to be reckoned with and she, like many, avoided him. Since he had started dating Samantha he seemed more comfortable in his own skin, he laughed more but something she never thought she would see was that he laughed and talked more.