I lived about twenty-five miles out in the country and had a car. Bob lived in the city’s West End, the “baddest part of town”, as a Jim Croce ...ong phrased it. Don lived in a small town about fifteen miles north of the city. We’d all met via CB radios and had become fast friends. Once we’d thought of calling ourselves “The Three Musketeers”, but none of us liked that worn-out reference so it died as quickly as it came up.Don was big, 6’ 3” with a lean, muscular body and a baby face which. She understood now. They wanted total submission. They wanted her to plead for her own enslavement. That's really what the words meant: submit, become one, obey."Kethr'quixla nox'thrissa orgos ron'yenqua."The words almost bubbled out of her mouth. Finger her. Fuck her. Do anything to her, as long as they touched her pussy. She held them back, but the cultists had sensed her faltering will. Two stepped forward, one on each side, and crawled towards her on the bed. Their fingers played with her. I opened my eyes to see you gazing at my bulge. You then said looking at me …maybe more than a few minutes huh. I looked down a little embarrassed and said yea a lot more. You reached down and rubbed my cock through my jeans and said lets go eat first I’m hungry…there was no denial we both wanted sex .but that was later. You locked the door and turned to see my bike and said let’s take my car it’s a bit cool for a bike ride. We got into the car and we drove off to eat dinner. As we drove I. Only the stuff in her closet off the floor was still dry. We taped plastic over the window and put the wet clothes in bags. Mom said she’d have to run everything through a laundry cycle. Then it was time to go to school.Olivia and I are a year apart and go to the same high school, where I’m a sophomore and she’s a freshman. I have a permit to go from home to school, so I drive us back and forth every day. It’s a big school, and being in different grades we rarely see each other during the day..