'I was sitting on my black leather couch between them with my legs pulled up.As if by choreography they both touched my feet and stroked my legs.Befor... I knew it my robe was open and they were grabbing my tits.I struggled until one of them grabbed my throat and the landlordsaid, “we have you by the balls, freak. Your pretty ass belongs to us.You do what we say or you go to prison, understand, you fucking whore?”The tears were pouring down my cheeks now as I whimpered “yes.”You mean yes, SIR,. " As she walks over to the table. Hegrabs a cup from the shelf directly above the pot and pours a cup beforeturning around and bringing it to the table. As he walks over to her henotices that she is still standing and halfway there she tells him tostop right there and asks him what the hell he was doing.Confused he almost says the obvious; that he was bringing her a cup ofcoffee. Instead he pauses for a moment and says "I don't know."Shaking her head she says "Apparently you don't" in an. They were made of lacy stretch material and hugged her ass cheeks, exposing the lower globes. The seam ran between her buttocks and split her already swollen sex lips in front. It rubbed her clit as she walked, making every step send a chill through her."Hi Tim," Jenny said with a smile as she opened the door."Hi," he answered with his own broad smile as he stepped into the apartment. "Wow, smells great," he exclaimed as the smell of baked bread and lasagna hit him."I hope you're hungry," Jenny. "Brittany," I said when I gained control over the urge."Look," she said putting a fist into her hand. "She was the one that insisted on faithfulness."She punched her hand for emphasis."She cheated on you last night," she said punching her hand again."Under the Committed Relationship By-laws, it qualifies her for the title of slut." Brittany!" the Lee twins and I said."You're right, whore is a better word for her!"Stephanie trapped Brittany's legs, and Joanne grabbed her shoulders. They turned.