"Animal shelter then."Robbie shot me a dirty look and mouthed one of the words I don't like. Seven letters starting with A.I worked hard not to smile ...and stepped in front of the oldest girl. I pretended to dust off her shoulders. "Senior refugee, ma'am. Bradley, Bobbi R. Hasn't told me what the R stands for. Fourteen years old, freshman, but will grow out of that. Prepared to rub your tired feet until her hands bleed."Bobbi made a face but then nodded. She was just an inch or two past five. Their footsteps faded and I was alone in the pitch black creepy old factory. I heard vehicle noises outside and then loud talking echoing through the building. The voices drew near, it was all black men from what I could tell. The clunk of a switch rang out and the room was flooded with flickering orange light. 25 big muscular black guys came into the room. They looked like total gangsters, with tattoos, gold chains, baggy pants and white tank tops. They surrounded me excitedly talking about. I wasn’t long until precum started to leak out so I started rubbing his wet lubrication over my face, lips and tounge, licking the hole and underneath the head, pushing the tender spot hard against my lips so I could lick and suck on it. Finaly I couldn’t wait anymore put his cock into my mouth and worked it more with my hand trying to get more of the juices out of it. I started twisting my hand over the head of his cock and really working it with my mouth, feeling how good it felt to have this. " The hand squeezed her breast gently before he removed it. "But yes. I will be having sex with you. I hope you will be open minded enough to relax and at least try to enjoy it."The hand was back. On her cheek, sliding down her neck, between her breasts to rest on her stomach. Making slow lazy circles, caressing her. It was sexual but it wasn't, and despite her fear she felt her shivers of fear start to change."How do you know my name?" Its amazing what you can learn looking through a woman's.