Girlfriend Ganged by Gangsta's: Cuckold Tells All

It was a lay-over in Atlanta that screwed everything up for us. If only I had gotten a straight through flight, maybe things would have ended up differently. Maybe we would have never met Trey and the others.
If only...
He came from behind her, putting his hands on her hips. His long black fingers reached across her belly, just under her voluptuous tits. She didn’t even pause, Sarah just kept swaying her hips in time with the music...
“Hey boys.” Shea said, dreamily. She was high as a kite from the coke, and her clothes had become disheveled throughout the night.
Trey started rubbing her back with one hand, and he put the other on her knee.
“I show y’all a good time tonight?” He asked. He glanced from her to me.
“Yes, silly.” Shea said, looking at him. I could tell she was a little nervous, but not nearly as much as I was.
“Good. Now, me and my friends here, we run this part of town. We are in a little…club, you could call it.” Trey was smiling, and his friends standing around him were starting to laugh. “See, we think you real fine, Shea. Real fine. Think we might like to see what you got going on underneath those clothes.”
“Oh hell yeah.” Till said, he was the one with the afro. Dean grabbed Shea softly by the arm and pulled her up so she was standing. Trey stood as well, and now the three of them surrounded her.
They started taking her clothes off without asking.
And she didn’t try to stop them.

WARNING: GRAPHIC AND EXPLICIT CONTENT