CHAPTER SEVEN
Angela's last hope had vanished into thin air when the telephone stopped ringing. Even if her husband David should decide something was wrong and hurried home as fast as he could come, her attackers would long since have left her degraded and humiliated, with nothing to be done about it. Her head went on bobbing slavishly up and down over the lust-thickened shaft of male flesh spearing into her now, sucking to end it quickly, sucking to draw the thick milky semen from its bulbous tip until she killed his frantic desire. Gus groaned and twisted above her, raining obscenities down at the top of her blonde head and watching with delight the oval-shaped lips straining widely at his hardness as though it were a stick of sweet candy fed to a starving child.
Behind her, Stevie
