. .he slammed into me and moved my legs over his shoulders to better satisfy his desires. Panic was in control now and I waited helplessly as a second...man I had never seen before climbed on to me and penetrated me again. I screamed. . .nothing came out! After a third, or a fourth or perhaps a fifth man had relieved his sexual urges in me I could fight no longer. . . I relaxed and soon passed out. It was much later that someone said, ‘Hey, let’s take her over to Jakes and dump her ass there.’. She blushed when she emerged from the garment, for Mike was staring lewdly at her boobs. The tight cotton bra seemed to be overflowing with plump ripe tit, and her cleavage was deep and swelling."Hurry," he said hoarsely. "Get that damned thing off. I wanta see your jugs."He sounded like Pop, coarse and dirty. Cindy writhed with repulsion. Oh, God, if only he were Ted, young and clean and attractive, she'd be creaming her panties and more than ready to fuck. But her little cunt was absolutely. She wasn't worried about succeeding in her mission. Mr. Davis was a nerdy old guy, thirty-five at least, and Misty figured he'd never even kissed a cheerleader in his life. Misty, on the other hand, had plenty of experience. She had had lots of boyfriends already - initially, the most popular boys in middle school, and more recently high school boys. She'd started her sexual explorations by giving handjobs to eighth graders, and had since worked her way up to sucking sophomore cock. She'd snuck. Since it was High Anglican, it wasn't that weird for me when that happened, I just preferred a Catholic church.About two hours later, halfway into our route through the shops Grandmother wished to visit, our security people were suddenly rushing us out of a hat boutique and pushing us into the Land Rover. Worried sounding squawks were streaming out of the radio. Jamieson, the leader of our security team and Ambrose's second-in-command, stared at me in the visor mirror with a scared look on his.