He pulls out, she begs him. “Please pastor Jones, let me make you cum with my mouth,” she tries flirting with him. “Like you said…I need pract...ice.” He chuckles arrogantly moving his body down so he can mount her. “No my dear, I’ve been dreaming of teaching you gods ways since my wife and I brought you here. Before Martha boarded her bus today, she told me to do whatever it takes to straighten you out and bring you back to gods flock, so that’s what I’m going to do.”He caresses her hips,. At this point we were standing on the platform, naked andthen we were positioned standing, facing each other whilethe group of men watched like wolves watching a flock ofsheep. I've been in this position more times then I cancount but I looked into Kathy's eyes and I could see shewas nervous but excited too. She had no idea what allthese guys would do to her. Fear and Excitement wasa powerful set of emotions and watching her face wasturning me on like, no doubt, it was turning on these men.Then. "Okay slut... drink it up, you do that and we have a treat for you, then you will be able to go."I was so relived knowing that I would be able to leave that I took the glass to my lips and tilted it up and drank it down, I felt it slide to my tummy, they told be to wash the glass out with my tongue, I licked all around the rim, gathering all of it... I handed the big guy the glass and started to get up..."Where are you going?"I looked up at him, "You said I could go sir..." I told you we have a. But we did. Maybe because even the shittiest garage and basement bands attract groupies. Maybe because girls liked “bad boys” and weirdos.All of us had sex at young ages, but the girls we fucked weren’t cheerleaders, but were also fags, girl fags, girl versions of fags, girl weirdos and potheads. Girls with limps. Girls with big tits but small asses. Girls with small tits and big asses. Girls with speech impediments. Girls who wrote poetry and cut themselves.Almost every girl we knew had been.