They could think through and discuss every angle, every detail, and every problem. ‘Have we met somewhere before?’ Carlie asked. Everyone had fin...ished dinner and was hanging out by the pool. She had noticed Marc looking at her. Carlie was the last member of the group to arrive. She owned a small but very profitable company that did things in the background to help other companies succeed. ‘I’ve been looking at you because you’re gorgeous.’ He smiled and hoped he did not sound like a sexist. She slowly walked towards Marie with a hateful stare. “You fucked my brother.” She said in a low threatening voice. “I don’t like dirty little sluts like you fucking my brother.“I’m sorry!” Cried Marie staring desperately at the chainsaw. “He fucked me! I couldn’t stop him!”“Are you calling my brother a rapist?” Asked the girl as she poised the chainsaw at Marie's throbbing wet cunt.“Oh God! Please!” Screamed Marie. “Please don’t use that on me. Please!”“Are you calling my brother a. A good sissy he was as dinner was always ready whatever time I arrived home. My friends would see me out alone and on my way home several hours after work had ended. I know they had their thoughts about what I was doing but no one ever asked me face to face. That is except one person...that was my bff. Linda was my best friend forever. We were more like sisters, and my own sister would call Linda "our" sister. Linda had seen me one night on my way home from a date. She asked me how everything. The bus reeked of cock and balls, of sweat and cunt. The sounds that filled the dark bus were no longer those of grabbing and joking, but of serious fucking-- grunts, moans, gasps, whimpers.Earlier, the driver had ordered all the windows shut, and now the bus felt humid and stuffy inside. The driver ignored what was going on behind him, steering the bus on into the night. He'd turned on a small radio and was listening to a baseball game, possibly to take his attention away from all the fucking.