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They were with me." Where?" asked the woman."At Kevin's flat. I don't know Kevin's last name, but we were there, all of us, from about two until almost five." And what were you doing?" asked the woman.Yvonne hesitated, then stammered "We were fucking. And it wasn't rape. They all fucked me, and they didn't hurt me. They were gentle and considerate, and didn't do anything without my consent. None of those young men are capable of forcing themselves on any woman." The prosecutor's mouth dropped. They walked through the casino floor briskly but not so fast as to indicate there was any problem anywhere in the noisy but orderly environment. Right after passing through the "staff only" door they both started running down the long hallway and descended the wide staircase to the showers and the women's locker rooms.There was a gaggle of half-dressed females buzzing around the last row of lockers chattering like magpies and enjoying the sense of excitement. She could almost smell the arousal. It’s time, Baby girl. Let it go. Get on with life.”“I can’t do it without you. I need you.” She said softly.“You think I’m going somewhere?” He said, trying to lighten the mood. Then something seemed to move behind her eyes and for an instant she was Beth again, strong, impish and determined.“I know what you’re planning, Dad.” She whispered softly, “and before I go with Uncle Jake, I need you to do something for me. I need you to make me a woman.”He remembered the talk after she had first. I don't know how long he carried on ramming her but I know she climaxed twice more without him seeming to even get close. He broke off to take another swig of drink telling one of his men to take over fucking the slut she wasn't worth his time. The guy on the bed also swapped as he'd already cum twice in her mouth. The leader caught me surreptitiously wanking and threatened to cut my balls off if he caught me again. He made his guys swap round from time to time, a couple of them came inside her.
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