"Not like that — take it off!"Sian tugged her skirt down her hips and pulled her panties back into place before letting her skirt glide to her feet....Wow! I can see the top of the crack of her ass!" Never mind the crack of her ass — I wanna see her crack!" It's a nice ass!" A small squat youth said, stepping round behind her."Hey! Let's have some fun and get her to dress up for us?" I wanna see her tits first." Another put-in."Yeah — show us your tits."They gathered before her expectantly. Her. She purred and returned the favor."Well isn't this sweet?" came a nasally voice. They both turned towards the sound and noticed four dirty, scruffy men in their very early twenties or late teens snickering at them. They were what Brad had pointed out as the wannabes: too young to have been veterans of the War but doing their best to look like the tough bike gang-bangers of the late twentieth century. For the most part he brushed them off as yapping puppies pretending to run with the big dogs.. There were a lot of horses involved so they were easy to follow, but I couldn't tell how many rustlers there were. I hoped there weren't many, because I wasn't sure how many I could handle. I did think that they were probably not Indians, since the horses were all shod. Besides, I thought if Indians were doing the raiding, it would be for a lark, and there were just too many raids to fit that motive. Then it dawned on me: the Mexican bandits!Now, that was something to get my attention! There. Piss girl and I both passed out from exhaustion but not until we had been taken out to the front to perform toilet duty for several hours. We lay there on the wet ground in each other’s arms while bikers pissed on us in our sleep. We hosed off the next morning and tried to clean out our pussies and asses as best they be could. We set to work cleaning bikes. We were joined by the sixteen year old. He could barely walk. He had a black eye from some rough biker who punched him as he fucked him. We.