I'd first seen her two days ago, shopping at one of those punk-clothing stores in the mall. In her early twenties, she was long-legged and thin, almos...t anorexic. Her short hair was straggly and dyed black to match her lipstick. Green eyes wide, and shining so brightly through her mascara that they illuminated her dark clothes. I guess what I noticed most, aside from the large nipples that stuck through her shirt, was her smile. Long, like her legs, and thin, like her.She took off her black. I was flustered.“Dad, we need to talk, maybe talk long,” she said. I could feel my eyes narrow. Her tone was condescending, or so it seemed to me.“Oh?” I said.“Yes,” she said.The two men collapsed onto front porch chairs meant for the worship of the sun god.“Where’s David?” said Ronald.“I think he is currently having a little talk with Jenna. She needs to be assuring him of some stuff,” said James.“That so,” said Ronald.“Yes, I’m supposed to keep you entertained until she’s had her moment with. ” He threatened. He pushed me onto the bed again, and this time he started to undress me.He took off my blouse, revealing my bra. He then took off my bra and started to squeeze my nipples really hard. He squeezed one as he sucked on the other. I have to admit, it did feel good. I could feel his dick rubbing against my pussy, wanting for more.His hands then started to take off my mini-skirt, which they succeeded in ease. He pulled off my panty and started to rub my clit. I moaned softly as he. They had not believed her when she told them Paul Tyler was in fact a double agent called Goldhill and when they checked out the location where she had been held there were of course no signs that anything had happened there. Only when Tyler/Goldhill disappeared off the grid did anyone give any credence to her claims. Even then she had had to endure months of deep counselling and analysis to convince her superiors she was not a sleeper or been brain washed in any way. Eventually she was put.