Mami gabra gayi aur rone lagi.Mami ka kapra kirna phata hai dekhne ke lie jaise hi maine unka salwar sua wo bra ke saat gir gaya aur plan ke anusaar l...arka aage chipa tha wo unka phata salwaar aur bra lekar bhag gaya,Phir……Mami jor jor se rote hue apne boob ko haathon se chipa rahi thi .Wo mujse eye nahi mila paa rahi thiPaar na maine mami ke shoulder paar haath rakh kar kaha ki-“App ko pata hai ye sab kisne kiya”Mami-“Arre…. Woh jo mere piche aur bagal me baithe the unhi pe mujhe shak hai wo. Hold the bitch down tight boys she might try to get away,” and with that he grabbed the bag with both hands and squeezed hard. The men’s hot yellow piss shot down the tube at light speed. Debbie’s eye’s and mouth shot wide open again with the sound of sucking air and a small sound that was almost a squeal as a loud gurgling sound came from her belly as the men’s foul yellow liquid began to quickly fill her bladder. Two more men grabbed the IV bag and kept squeezing hard as doc let go. Doc. I strip off my panties, and stand, still hooded, in thecold. My hands are tied, tightly behind my back with rope. The windwhistles by, and I shiver. The insults fly at me. "Rich bitch." McC-trash." "McC-slut." And so forth. They continue to scream, atme, just inches from my face. They shove me. They have formed acircle around me and push me from person to person. They continue toscream insults at me. At random, they 'miss' catching me, so I fall tothe ground. I fall 'hard' of course,. They were both friends of Eric's and were surprised that things had progressed so fast. Ernie was older, small and bald, he generally worked the counter making change for quarters for the video booths and ringing up the sales of magazines or "marital aides." Art was the owner, in his forties his belly easily touched the back of the counter from where he stood."She's ready?" he asked, his eyes very bright. Art was going to have the time of his life that night, and he knew it."Oh yes," I said..