A finger even stretched the fabric and entered my ass. I tried to get to her but a wall of beer breath smelling guys blocked me. xxx My name is Brittney. On the way to the concert we drank a few beers and mixed some shots in the car. She wiggled to get away but was held as if suspended. The weak single strings on each side released. It was ripped from under my shirt. The denim slowly disappeared. Eventually the odd girl in the group took part. Other guys held my wrists so I could not move. *This is a re write of the first story I published over a month ago. Little did we know it would be a huge mistake attending the concert. Her wrists being held by people to prevent her
