I would find my car a floor above. They hadbeen wearing ski masks that hid their faces and reminded me of theRussian protest group Pussy Riot.I had ...truggled to get the keys in the door and then in the ignition withthe false nails I could tell were stuck to my fingers.I could feel that I had a wig on and it was styled in a ponytail whichran down to just above my bra strap and the top of the back of my slip. Ifelt the wig brush against my naked upper back as I was running towardsmy car.I could. She loved cock. She needed cock.She deserved cock. She loved me. We loved each other. What more wasthere? Didn't the saying go, "Love conquers all?" Of course it did. Ofcourse it did. I repeated that mantra over and over.As I drove south, I began to relax a bit. Just as I crossed into SouthCarolina, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen and saw that it was mysister. I tapped the hands-free button on my steering wheel. "Rhonda?" Dan?" Hi," I greeted her. "What's up?"She kind of. It all started when The Horror Train pulled out on the rails behind one of the Detroit suburb Hardees. Bridget, the pretty long blonde haired popular eighteen year-old had boarded the Halloween themed train. Her butt swished and swayed from side to side as she displayed her round shapely bottom packed in tight jeans with a visible panty line. As it had tightened all the masked men’s eyes took in the view including the ‘avenger.’Kerry POV:I saw Bridget spanked by Avenger Claus on the train last. “No...so close...not there...dammit…” she cursed out, as Nik found the ultimate pleasure spot. “Dammit, Massa, we thought...we could...wear you out by...revealing...our secret identities...oh fuck...yes! Yes! Right there! Oh fuck...oh fuck...fuck!”Valerie lost all composure, taken over by the orgasm that ravaged her powerful superbody. All Nik used was an experienced tongue. A few times he had her on edge, thinking he found the magic spot but only for it to be a false flag, a decoy in her fun.