I remember fear and being smothered in someone's clothes, my face pressed into a belly and my legs angled awkwardly in the well of the car. Someone s...lapped me repeatedly on the head. There were voices. Laughter. The squeal of tyres. The hysteria of a car zig-zagging back and forth round sharp corners.They parked up and shoved me out of the car. I sprawled on wet gravel, my hand grasping for the Taser in my pocket. I was on my back staring at the three guys approaching me. They were. Then he said, "Let's get this chicken in the oven, turn itto 350."Rocky said, "You're cooking. That's girl stuff."Ally said, "I like to do it."Steve said, "That's sexist. Men cook better then women, all the greatcooks are men."Amy and Grace let that go, but it took some effort. Amy said, "Al helpedme with Ben too, Rocky. You won't do that." Yuck, he's stinky. Did you really want to? Boys aren't su'pos' to." Rockysaid.Ally was indignant but only in defense of Ben, "He is not!"Annie called from. "Shit!" Jack gasped, as he lashed Alda's ass.He pulled on his cock, dragging the last inch of stiffness back into it. With his eyes glaring, he lashed Alda's jerking ass-flesh, gripping his cock harder, jerking at it as he lashed the screaming girl."Harder!" Rose snapped. "She needs it harder!"Jack gasped and lashed Alda's ass, beating it into her asscheeks with furious strokes. Alda screamed into Rose's pussy; sucking and biting at the hot flesh, getting a moan of satisfaction from Rose."Yeah,. "I could see Mike sitting in his office reading a magazine. Sometimes I wondered if he ever did any real work."Marci, do me a favor please and go tell Mike that I am here to see him," I said. "Tell him that I have important information for him about the Clinton Products' deal. Tell him if he refuses to talk to me it will be a very expensive mistake." Are you sure you want to do that?" Yes. Just try and make him understand that this is important."Marci went into Mike's office and returned about.