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Would they jeer and mock as it became more sloppy and gaped with each painful and slimy injection? Would I be spit-roasted like a pig on a stick, and be forced to gulp down vile cum? Would they leave me hog-tied and dressed like a whore for more torment by girlfriend others who found me? And what if these too started using my ass? It would end up like a big sloppy sinkhole. As I helplessly teen envisioned these sickening scenes, I remained in blatant arousal. My erection was mocking any claim to having self-respect as it broadcast the unconscionable truth. I’d dressed myself party up like a cheap easy slut and gone out with no phone and no backup. I’d deliberately strayed onto notorious turf, and paraded my ass in the open. I’d become overtly aroused when found out and captured, even more so when roughly manhandled. My straining hard cock, now weeping with lust, knew exactly what I dressed and gone out for. To indulge in the rush of deep moral danger, flaunting my impulses outside the boundaries of safety. But my hateful, sick demons hadn’t left it to chance when they consigned me to front Canrich Weir. This seedy dark quarter was now a magnet of badness, A hell-hole with a grim reputation. This once sinister cesspit was now the heartland of evil. So lawless, now a no-go for cops. Oh, my demons chose well when amateur they public appointed my fate, and knew exactly what I’d be in for. “Go to Canrich Weir,” my sick voyeur demons had told me, fully knowing what reception I’d find there. My long due appointment. My most hellish of nightmares. The hosts of my abject defilement. Sadistic cruel thugs who would treat me like shit. She could still feel cum leaking out of her. Probably. "Really and how do you know that for a fact?" She checked herself out in a small mirror, then voyeur straightened her clothes and public combed back her hair. I whimpered, quivered, my body buzzing from my orgasm as I savored this moment. Like, she wanted to have sex with me too? When we walked in Tim started to cover up Carrie’s naked body by pulling her dress down. After lunch we drove to the house that Daryl would be using. No more. They had on neon green thongs, neon green head bands and neon green lip stick, nail and toe polish and nothing else. We kept amateur kissing as my hand slipped down from her breast, traced teen lightly over her stomach and slipped under the elastic of her shorts. I held it out ready to catch most of my cum. She girlfriend clearly wanted more but I was going to keep her waiting so moving up her back I walked around to the front of her until my groin was just a foot from the top of her head. I just say, “Silly bitch. Jessica Carson stood next to her husband who was a foot taller than her 5'2” frame. After about an hour ride, we arrived at our destination. The boys were all the same, a stupid grin with their tongues hanging out. “Mistress, let me go out there and tell all those protesters just how she party ate my cunt.