I'm sixteen as are all of the other gang members. She stood in front of me dressed in Jeans and a blouse and to be truthful she had filled out a bit o...ver the last few months."What size are your tits?" I asked."What, why?" she spat out."It's a simple question to someone who will do anything to become a gang member," I said starting to turn away."No wait," she said reaching out a hand to stop me leaving, "I'm 32A." That's not much," I said looking closely at her bust, "but I suppose it will get. Moist fluid was so plentiful it would actually drip on the floor into a puddle beneath the chairs. When facing them, the men would hug and hold her down tight and start grinding her wet sensitive pussy on their rock hard cocks, straining to peak out the bottom of their shorts while trying to reach her pussy and acting like they were playing a tickle game. But she would eventually start to quiver and her voice would squeal as the game would get more aggressive with the man grunting in hear. I nodded in agreement and finished my drink."Ever thought of inviting anyone else of joining in your fun",she asked and her breathing was actualy getting fast,I could tell she was getting excited.So I told her of my fantasy and how it all started.When i finished she stood up and reached for my hand."Come on",she said and began to lead me to the door."I want to meet her so bad".The journey home was a blur except that i remeber we stopped near to my house for a wild snog and fumble.We walked up. ”“Now I’m sure you all are just itching to get out in the field and crack some skulls with the New World Regime, but it’s not going to happen,” Grines says with a small smile. “At least not right away it ain’t.”“What do you mean?” Jonathan blurts. “That is our job ain’t it?”“Considering who is involved? Yes,” Grines agrees. “But I got a call this morning from President McKinsey, shortly after the news reports starting pouring out and we’ve been ordered to lay low considering we’re not supposed.