On Saturdays, we'd play D&D in Spencer's basement. I guess you could say that we were your typical socially awkward nerd boys.The island cured me of t...hat. I hoped that this holiday would do the same for them.Spencer was one of the skinniest persons I've ever known. He was about the same height as I, but his thinness made him look taller. He had bushy black hair that pointed out of his head in all directions.His father was a county judge, who worked at the county seat, about 30 miles from our. Out...in...out. Faster now. In...out...in...out. He started fucking my creamy white ass faster and faster. I was being fucked in all three of holes simultaneously. The boys rotated again, with someone new fucking my pussy, my ass and my mouth every few minutes."I'm yours!" I screamed. "I belong to the boys! I belong to the boys! I belong to the boys!" I chanted over and over. "I'm yours! You all own me! I'm your fucking whore! Your fucking slut! YES, YES YES, I BELONG TO THE BOYS!" The pleasure. "I can see that," Stan replied, then added hopefully, "Is it mine?" "Of course it's yours!" she snapped at him. "I'm not some slut that just sleeps around all the time without protection. This is your baby 'cause you RAPED ME!" Now it was Stan's turn to look around nervously, his instincts at first telling him to bolt--! But Mia's voice hadn't carried far, and the kids on the jungle gym and swings with their parents watching them were a good distance away, and no one paid attention. He looked. They all watched and they knew that there were no favors given when John laid him out cold, and tossed him on the back of the wagon.The ones that had a lump of their own learned that Tom was a man of his word and that he expected as much of himself as he did others. It gave them a since of pride to follow him, especially since none of them had been knocked senseless. They wondered how he would treat John.They were surprised when he sat up on the back of the wagon, as it bounced along, then.