' 'As if that matters, but you do see, you actually asked for it. Every time you dressed and strutted like that you were asking for it.' ... 'But no. No, I didn't ask to be hurt. I didn't ask to be raped. You have no right to hurt me.' 'Yeah, but you see the guns give us the right. So what're you gonna do?' 'Do? What can I do? You've already hurt me. Hurt me bad? What can I do to stop you?' Brad knew it was a set up. I paused like I was contemplating a new. "I've done this before. I know there's no reason to be scared. It will be just like with Tamar." That's right," I whispered reassuringly, "just like with Tamar."My lips sought hers as I gently massaged the tenseness from her back, and then rubbed my cock sensuously against her sensitive spot. I would never have imagined that she'd yield so easily, but now she was in my arms, I knew it was just a matter of taking things slowly and giving her ample chance to respond. I walked her backwards. A pink satin boned waistcincher with six garters ending in pink satin bows on the metal tabs andpair of suntan sheer nylons with back seam. Miss. Norman was standingoff to the side with that evil grin."Wha...what? I'm not wearing a dress? Whe...where is my uniform?" wasall he could manage to say. His mind reeling at the prospect."You raised such a fuss yesterday about not wanting to be seen, Idecided to help you out. Most sissies like to play dress up and youtold me again last night you. George climbed on. She put herself on her hands and knees.George finally saw that it was hopeless, futile to resist. When he had opened up every orifice of her body, he knew. He was going to be used until he was raw. "NOOO!" The final negation of the truth was also his last thought.The men had quickly undressed, uncovering cocks with veins bulging. One man slid his huge and purple-headed cock into her mouth. The veins pushed her lips wider. The man grabbed her hair and pushed his member deep.