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They ate and drank a while; at 3 pm, all full of greasy food and booze, the men grew horny again, she felt dizzy, confused, more than a little bit sick, nauseous. Claudia Hamilton didn’t even take too much notice of the fact that she had Wayne’s large right hand between her splayed thighs, cupping her naked crotch, and that another brother was massaging her tits; one brother’s tongue was invading her mouth, they were kissing each other in a lewd, more than passionate, way. Suddenly, Wayne and Sean pulled her to her feet and, half-naked as she was, forced to walk out of the building with them, Roy following with his cameras. The sun was scorching, outside, and added discomfort to the sickening girl. They dragged her on a dirty mattress between two large piles of wrecked cars, in a part of that labyrinth were nobody could see from out side; Wayne kicked an old wooden chair on the mattress so its back was on the mattress, and forced her to kneel over it, so she had to keep her ankles well apart to avoid to scrape her knees on the wood of the chair’s back, and her belly was lying on the edge of the seat. Her tits, still covered by the shirt, were lying on the now horizontal legs of the chair.
Too tired and sick to resist, she knew that they wanted to rape her pussy again, her well-open, spread, exposed pussy; Sean was crawling behind her, with his monster cock, and braced herself for it. She’d taken it before, and it was awfully painful, so she could get it again. But, suddenly, she felt that it wasn’t her pussy that the demented Negro wanted; with a sudden shiver of horror, she felt his enormous cockhead pressing on her asshole, and she tried to resist, to protest.