<div class="floatleft">(http://i859.photobucket.com/albums/ab153/karenJ1968/26d97fcf-3f5b-42ae-ad3e-0daaae63c193_zps05b31de6.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Micki<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Friday evening<br/><strong>With:</strong>The girls & the bad men<br/><br/>When Frank spoke Micki felt sick.  “You bastard” she hissed, the hatred she had for the man exploded, she wished she could get free, protect the girls, her girls, but they were out numbered and the girls were scared, she felt helpless and knew the girls and herself were in terrible danger.<br/><br/>The geeky looking lad was sneaky, Micki knew he would need to be watched, why did the quiet, shy looking ones turn out to be worse than the ones who looked like bullies?<br/><br/>When Micki was passed from Frank to one of the others she tried to struggle, but with her hands secured she was unable to do anything except shudder as his hands started to roam across her, moving down into her pants, touching her pussy, she squirmed, trying to move away but unable to keep him from slipping into her soft folds.<br/><br/>“Dont touch me you filth” she sneered, trying to stomp on his foot with her booted foot.<br/><br/>“Frank, dont, leave them alone” Micki cried out, her face paling as they started to maul the girls.  Mara, Mary, Miz, they all looked scared and pale, terrified, and with good reason, this was not going to have a happy ending.  She had a feeling things were going to get worse.  So much worse.