Master helped me out of the van and guided me into the place where the bang was to happen.The minute I was led in, the catcalls began. “Look at that...white slut!”“We gonna breed your ass, bitch!”“Nice legs on that slave-bitch!“I think she done this before!”Wetness started in my pussy and I could feel my nipples harden. I was getting so turned on.Hands began feeling my body all over and I felt my clothes being pulled off. My pussy really got drippy when they lifted me up to take off the boots. I. It was starting to get late and I was quiet the worse for wear. I then noticed Tim at the bar and wondered how long he had been there? Had he seen me in full action? He came straight over and insisted in walking me home. I didnt object and got my coat. We went a differnt way to usual and he started asking questions about me and the other which i laughed off. We then came to a toilet and i said i needed to go and would he watch out. I went into the cubicle and when I came out I started to do my. They said no that we were fine and I k**der my aunt asking if she was gonna try to drink with the big boys again this week. (My mother had no idea what happened last week) and said they didn't want to be a bother to us again. So at that I said we will be playing cards soon if they changed their mind.About an hour later and with a few cocktails in them they came over to join us. My buddy nudged me and asked if it was gonna happen. I told him the first thing we had to do was get my mom drunk and. Bostwick," John started, "We are fully aware of what you have been doing with your niece. Brenda here has also agreed to testify that you are an abusive person, and is prepared to show the numerous scars that you left on her body." She liked it," Barry drawled, "And that slut niece of mine is lying." Immaterial," John told him, "Brenda is willing to testify that it was rape. Furthermore, your niece isn't lying, and a jury wouldn't think so anyway. Normally, I'd just call the fucking police and.