This night she was feeling really good and noticed that Ken and some of the other guys had been leering at her all night and their eyes told her what ...hey were thinking. Again she passed it off as playing and flirting. They had always had a drink ready for her and between dancing a lot and the warm lounge she drank quite a lot. The last drink he got for her was bitter and she felt a little weird after consuming it. The bar closed and she was having a hard time focusing and walking for that. This wasworse than the thumbtacks had ever been. The other rapes had never been thispainful. This was incredible. All she could do was pray for it to be over. Jake slid his hands beneath her shirt while hewas fucking her and grabbed and twisted her tits. With her wrists restrainedbehind her, there was little Denise could do. Jake watched as her hands movedwith her pained expressions. They would make fists, open wide, stretch out,hit each other, everything. Jake laughed. Finally he blew his load. "Oh my," she breathed her response. "There's more," I informed her. She had me stand up and she slowly removed my suit coat and then my shirt. Her eyes grew wider with each article of clothing she shed to reveal a new piece of lingerie. Soon I was standing before her clad in my erotic lingerie. She then stepped back and removed her evening gown to reveal that she wore similar items under her own dress. We embraced and kissed passionately while caressing each other bodies through the silky. Did I have a broken heart? Yep. Would it mend? Yes, probably before Jason left town. Would Dad say I told you so?Dad said I told you so while we ate the luncheon I'd prepared for Jason for dinner. While I was cleaning up the dinner mess, the doorbell rang. It was Barbie, and she'd been crying."Take a walk with me," she said, not an order but a sincere request.We walked in silence to a park near my house. It was hot, and by the time we sat on a park bench in the shade, I was sweating."I owe you.