This girl that was to young to drink, and was getting a coke was standing right next to me. For this story, and the only thing not true is we will cal... her Amy. Amy was very cute! She was 19, dirt blond hair, and a great body. A bit thick, but more curvy and toned. We got talking as she was waiting for her pop. I thought she was hot, but didn't give it another thought. As the bowling tournament ended she came back. As crowded as it was she came back by me for a chat. The game wound down and she. I had given her lessons too – early morning before she started work - and had got the impression that she would have been perfectly happy if I had tried something on with her. The trouble was, the cleaner had a habit of bursting into the room when you least expected it.And talking of the cleaner, she was an unpretentious, dark-skinned woman, overweight as was typical in those parts, but probably a lot of fun in bed, I thought. And she was a nice person, too, which is something that really turns. Christine could only lie there with her face down, dying of humiliation, aroused beyond the point of madness. She begged her tormentors to have mercy on her, but she knew it was useless, and any minute they would start using her body (their body!) without a slightest remorse.Her vibrator kicked in at last and shook her body with an avalanche of sensations. A grey and quiet mouse called Christine disappeared without a trace. There was a dirty slut on the floor who was violently raped by her. The entrance drive itself was blocked by two of the biggest Hummers that I-Bar had ever seen. These had to be military versions, but regardless of who they belong to, their positioning and accompaniment by more than a dozen heavily armed guards made getting past them impossible without something equivalent to a Marine landing force.The fence around the property, at least what I-Bar could see of it from the road, didn’t look too tough, but the patrols of guards with their dogs appeared to have.