..and when?" At my house. We were drinking and well I got totally drunk and then next think I know he is fucking my ass and, oh Denise I am so sorry,"... Amy purred almost in tears."That little cheating son of a bitch," Denise growled, throwing down her drink.She picked up the phone, and then had a better idea. She grabbed a book and flipped through it till she came to a number. Quickly dialing it, she explained what she wanted done. The party on the other line was more than happy to help Denise. “Don’t forget to message us!” They headed off to the bus stop and I smiled and shook my head. I had a pair of determined, protective young women to contend with on top of everything else, though I did admire their spirit!We drove into town and met the Sherriff, and he took us into his office and introduced us to Jeff, who was the prosecutor assigned to Bill’s case. Jeff asked if we had been involved in a court trail before, and when we all gave negative replies he patiently explained the. After that it was some what foggy, I was being helped into the basement door. Harry fumbling with my pants and shirts, I felt a bunt pain in my anal area and an uncomfortable felling to my thighs...then blackness. My mind cleared as I understood what had happen the bastard had d**gged me and was now taking advantage of my u*********s body. My arms were laying out to my sides, I reached up and gripped his biceps and tried to speak. The pain soared through my body as my nerves began to return to. Truly though, I don’t care. I hope he’s enjoying it, even though I can’t imagine he’s anything but massively overstimulated.She and I are locked tightly together. As tightly as possible. Our legs bend and pull, trying to force our wet centers to grind harder on one another. Our breasts are flattening against each other. I have never felt sexy about the sweat lubricating my body before, but right now I am. It’s necessary. Her neck feels wonderful in my hand. I don’t have to squeeze hard.