Now, they uniformly hated the men in the gang, no matter what their original feelings had been. The women were shared among the men, except for Jagged... Quartz who kept five women of his own separate from the others. Any of these 32 women would have been glad to murder the men and would have laughed while they were doing it.It took a few weeks for word of the takeover to get out, since the gang ruthlessly killed anyone they suspected of doing anything to harm them. The punishment for any "crime". Heather's long hair lay on the floor as she exaggerated the bend and reach needed to pick up her phone. "Comfy?" Heather asked. Then she giggled and slowly straightened back up, facing away from me."Yes. I am VERY comfy," I whispered.Heather turned around and sat on the edge of her bed. She slowly crossed her legs and turned all her attention to her cell phone. A smile emerged that grew to an outburst of laughter as Heather studied the screen on her phone. "Oh, why not?" she said laughing. "It. It was simple, she was being coerced, but not physically forced to do it. After she swallowed, she went looking for a paper towel. I left the room and drove straight home. I took a nickle bag of pot from our stash, then I put it inside inside a Walmart bag and wrapped it tightly. I drove my landscape truck to a city park. I left the Walmart bag on a park bench, then returned to sit in my truck. I watched her take the package off the park bench. Then, she drove to the 2nd chance store to leave. Sorry. But I thought you and he had done... stuff." Don't mind him, James," I said folding his pants and laying them across my arm. "He's just excited. Come on. Let's get moving."Eric stood there as James walked down the hall with me wearing only his underpants. I couldn't help but notice how thin the material was, and how visible his small semi-hard cock was.By the time we reached the stairs, Eric had caught up and was bright eyed waiting to see what was to happen next. Since we were already.