"What's wrong?" asked Cornwell looking up. He was busily caressing Kiki's tiny pink n****e and quickly stimulating it into hardness while Kiki moaned in a combination tone of fear and terror and pleasure.
Her mind was whirling with the booze and the sudden violence of the three men assaulting her came as a severe shock to the young girl; and it now struck her foolishly that the discovery of the hidden money between her obscenely parted thighs might just be the thing that had come to save her.
Of course, Mr. Whitty would be furious and while he gave her one of his customary ten-minute lectures on the virtues of honesty among waitresses, everybody in her bedroom would be acting normally again. Kiki was still a virgin and she had no real desire that night to have it raped out of her by thre
