By this point the group cleared a space for me all the while openly staring at me, I held my head up and stared forwards, looking at nothing in partic...ular. I felt like a bride dressed as a clown, walking down the aisle. Great! When I finally reach him he, clearly too excited to realize I’m injured, scoops me up into a bruising bear hug. He sweeps me right off my feet, leaving my defenseless and unable to fend off his ‘attack’. I let out a gasp of pain, this certainly doesn’t help with my gut. It was a fair number of tapes over the five or so years. Each tape had a different name. Not so many as to document her with a different guys each night or anything like that, but several guys per year. If she spent two or three months with each guy, it would about add up. I thought about whether the guy was aware of the tape: it seemed like he would be. I admit the thought crossed my mind again to watch more of it, but I realized on balance I certainly didn't want to.When Diane returned, I did. "Yeah, but I'd sure have a smile on my face when I went out!"The girls dissolved in a gale of laughter, and Anita rolled over onto her back. Her tits were larger and more developed than Diane's, and when she turned, they rolled across her chest. Where Diane was long and blonde and simple, Anita was dark and cuddly. Her hair was cut in a modified pageboy, accenting her dark eyes. A thick, tuft of cunt-hair decorated her pussy.Anita lay on her back with her knees bent and her legs drawn up. Her. " His voice dropped to a whisper. "I've got her ready for you. She won't fight and she'll do whatever you say," he focused on the synthetic. "Won't you, Renee?"She bit her lip but the words found their way out. "Yes, sir," she said softly. Her energy had abandoned her as much as her defiance. If Sawyer took her now, she doubted she could summon the strength to cry, much less struggle.Please, she all but prayed. Sawyer, please.The boy dropped to his knees next to the girl and her stomach.