"Yeah and he's very sweet, too," I said.She laughed. "It sounds like you are crushing on him too!" You need to call the boy back," she exclaimed. "Cal... him right now!"she encouraged.I got my phone out and proceeded to press on his number but Ihesitated at the call option."I can't do it!" I told Marchesa."Yes you can!" she pushed. "You like him! You know you do. Just callhim hon!"I pressed call and the phone started ringing. I was so nervous I wasshaking and then I realized I needed to do my. 'Would you like one Mariel', he asked me, I declined as I had to go home and I did not want to draw attention to myself.'Mariel's ovulating uncle, she's in heat, so we will schedule her in for Friday night'.He was looking straight at me, 'Good girl, good girl', he murmured over and over, almost discernible, but clearly exciting him.'Can I smell you, let me smell your cunt dear'. My heart leapt as he said 'cunt', suddenly I felt exposed and Jenny sensing my confusion, intervened saying, 'Lets. Just thinking about it made me dripping wet. I had to sit on the edge of my bed trying to pull myself together. But there was no point. I finally gave in. Laying back against my smooth, cream satin bedspread, I let my legs dangle off the side. Spreading them wide I closed my eyes and pictured that thick cock I saw being stroked yesterday. Imagined it slapping my cunt. My neighbor standing over me watching me again as I squeezed my large breasts together roughly. I didn’t want sweet, or soft. He. ?Her neck was released, she stood, almost falling, ?Please, no mister don’t, I want to go home,? they ignored her as she hadn’t spoken. One man grabbed at her left breast, ?Nice, hope it’s all real,? the leader grinned at the sobbing girl, ?Go on have a look Lucy won’t stop you.?The hand released its grip and pulled at the front of the blouse, another pathetic, ?Noooo,? was ignored as two buttons flew off. The searching hand pulled at the front of her thin bra, it easily tore spilling out her.