"I have my reasons," Karen continued, pacing back and forth in front of Camey. The taller, older woman went on in a monotone, speaking almost like a professor in front of his class. There was no sense of the personal in her tone of voice. Everything was calculated, businesslike, almost as if the girl had prepared this speech days earlier.

In it Camey learned Karen had more than a sexual interest in Brad. What it was she couldn't tell for the moment. But apparently Karen felt Camey was a threat, a big enough threat for her to be "eliminated".

At the sound of that word the girl let out a low moan. Karen's eyes flickered with excitement at that sound. She turned and smiled at the girl.

"I don't necessarily mean we're going to kill you. That, of course, is up to [missing text]."

Camey wanted to drop to her knees and beg for mercy. But she could tell that kind of movement would get nothing from Karen but scorn and possibly a kick in the ribs from one of the men. No, she had to play the game and find out what was happening.

"Fortunately, I've got other ways to ensure you won't be seeing Brad or any of his friends again," Karen said, her eyes narrowing.

For the first time Camey felt really afraid.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Both men fucked her once again while Karen disappeared upstairs for a while. While Rick fucked the girl Jack searched around the basement, smoking and finding a half-full bottle of whiskey.

Rick fucked her rapidly this time, apparently not caring whether the girl enjoyed herself or not. Had he fucked her like this an hour earlier Camey knew she would have cum. She'd been so hot after that ass-fucking she'd have reached climax at the touch of a dick against her clit.

But now she was somewhat calmed down, and his rapid cunt-trenching did nothing for her. She could barely feel the pistoning thrusts.