It was this wailing that caught the attention of the attackers. They stood out of the glow of the ruined fire, their scarred leather armour streaked ...ith blood. They paused for a moment, their feet crunching the last of the scattered embers before moving in. Juniper didn’t resist much as they caught her, she was in too much shock to notice they weren’t friends. Only when they led her to the outskirts of the encampment where she saw three cattle cages did she wake out of her stupor. Inside each. He probably would have taken my ass cherry. I was a little freaked out because it was my first experience with a man, so I went home. A year or so later I went back to the park in my own car. A guy flashed his lights at me and I went to a parking lot on the other side of the tennis courts; it was about eleven at night. He came to my car (it was an 86 buick, with a big front seat area) and we had a bit of small talk. He was a bit older than me and I think he liked bossing me around. He. I started fingering her while I kissed her and she kept rubbing her hand on my cock she told me to take my pants off. She got of the counter and took my pants and boxers off she held my cock in her hand and started licking it and then put it in her mouth and started sucking it first the tip then the whole thing. That feeling was amazing. Then I made her get back onto the counter and I told her to spread her legs and I put my cock inside her pussy it was tight and wet she mourned as I fucked her. "Wendy!" shouted a large man in a swishy voice. "How good to see you."I winced. I wasn't big on stereotypes, but this guy filled the billfor all of them."And this must be Harold. Pleased to meet you. I'm Freddie. I ownthis place."We shook hands, and he dispelled one stereotype. He had a bone crushergrip. It annoyed me. Almost as much as being called Harold. Peoplecall me Harry. I hate my name."Wendy says to give you the works," he continued. "She says you don'tappreciate why a woman.