Damn he was hung. He was so big that I couldn't even get my hand around it and it had to be at least 12 inches long. He had me suck and lick the head ...and shaft to rub his precum all over it telling me that I had better get it good and wet. Then he pushed me on my back and had the 2 other guys grab one of my feet and hold them up in the air to open my lefts up as wide as possible. He rubbed the head of that monster on my pussy. He then looked me right in the eye and said that he hoped I was on. She looked confused. "What is going on here? You almost act like you are telepathically in communication with your mother's computer."Mark patted her rear end and squeezed her close to him. "That's an approximation to what's happening. I'll explain and give you a demonstration later, as soon as we get this matter settled." Mark tried to figure out not only how to explain to her, but how much to tell her. The secrecy was hard to get used to. Before this Mark had always been honest and open with. When I got even with them I said "Hi BEV!" The four 7th grade cuties didn't know what to do with that. But then she got up, as if to walk with me a bit – once we were out of earshot, I (I think calmly?) said to her, "Hey, if you're home after school, I can show you the basement". She got an odd look on her face, but then perked up and said, "sure", then ran back to her Girls – what was so great was (a) her affirmative response!, and (b) the Girls thought when she came up to me, I had turned her. She will be dehydrating very soon." Craig nodded again. "Understood", he said. He took the pen and added a shortnote in his notebook. The stench in the cell must have been pungent. I watched Karen as she wasthrowing up, all violent spasms and painful groans, the bile mixed with remainsof her last meal. Cheese, wine, Italian bread, olives. Had she known, she mighthave thought about it and treated herself to something more expensive. On top of that there was the piss. There was no way she could.