Alysia continued to glare at the man with each thrust, but still no insult would come to mind.  She felt like she should have a quip, a mockery, something to ruin it for him.  But all she did was lay there as he used her breasts for his pleasure.  She squirmed as she heard the talking, but her position was not one that left escape possible.  She tensed as she heard the sound of clothes shifting, it wasn't hard for her to guess what might come next.  The only relief was that he was skinny, and her body had not yet fully come down from the earlier attention.<br/><br/>She grunted through clenched teeth as she felt him slide into her, another strange man riding her bareback.  It was not a good night, though at least Esther hadn't been caught up in this.  She hoped the other girl had escaped.  She tried to jerk away as hard cock rubbed against the soft walls of her sex, but the move only served to bounce her breasts around the cock buried between them.  Her knees bent as she sought a more comfortable position but, with one man on top of her, and another inside of her, there was no position that was comfortable.<br/><br/>She wanted to ask why they were doing this, but it seemed obvious.  So her lips remained clenched as she continued to glare daggers up at the man between her breasts.  Her body bounced with the thrusts of the man between her legs.  It was not a particularly nice sensation, though at least it wasn't painful.  It was... discomfort, impossible to ignore, impossible to get out of her thoughts.<br/><br/>She was cold and sweaty all at once.  Her back ached, her legs ached, her wrists and shoulders ached.  The only relief was the mention of the van arriving soon.