Master can tell that I am intrigued, and before I could say a word, you pull me into the room. Taking your arm from my waist, you grab my hand and lea...d me into the darkened room. You catch the eye of the male who is being entertained and nod a polite ‘hello’ announcing our intent to join the room. He raises his half-full glass in response, signalling that we are more than welcome. The loud thump of the music making it impossible to speak but an understanding is easily reached. You sit down on. Choose, they croon, the ancient ones, the time has come again.Choose now, they croon, beneath the moon, beside an ancient lake.Enter again the sweet forest.Enter the hot dream, come with us.Everything is broken up and dances.Indian s**ttered on dawn's highway bleeding.Ghosts crowd the young c***d's fragile eggshell mind. Me and my -ah- mother and fatherAnd a Grandmother and a grandfatherWere driving through the desert at dawn.And a truck load of Indian workers hadEither hit another car, or. New drapes were going to be a surprise. I led them to our bed room and once inside, they yanked my robe off and began to put their hands all over my body. My boobs, tits, my ass, my pussy, my legs. I tried to pull away and tried to fight them off, but they were too strong. One held me down on the bed and the other held my legs apart as he then licked my pussy. The one holding me down, used one hand and rubbed my boobs hard and then put his mouth on them, sucking them hard. The one licking. "Make me your bitch!" he gasped.The blue uniform behind him snickered and pounded hard, his balls slapping his ass with every stroke. If Erin knew pissing behind a tree in the park would result in this, he would have done it sooner."Thought I couldn't see you in the dark, you little bitch?" the voice asked. "No one pisses in my park!" I'm sorry! I've been so bad!"His cock dribbled pre-cum onto his feet, wedged against the back of the park bench. A huge rough hand slapped his tight ass..