Before I can tell him to stop, he pauses and looks me in the eyes. “You are truly beautiful, and one of the most desirable women I’ve met.” I’m in shock at the comment, as he pulls me close again, kisses me and really gives my boob a working over. “We need to go. I need to get home, Bill.” “Sure think, Andi.” Bill opens the car door for me, and helps me sit down, which I really need, because I’m so drunk. Once I’m seated, he leans over and gives me another kiss as his hand wanders down between my legs. “Oh my God.” Bill stops, smiles at me and closes the car door. I am wondering what the fuck I’ve gotten myself into. Actually, I know that unless I’m lucky fucking is exactly what I’ve gotten myself indian into. Bill gets in the car and starts the engine. He appears pretty sober, as he drives out of the parking lot. I lean back in my seat and close my eyes. I mumble my address to Bill as he drives. We stop in a parking garage. And I wonder what we’re doing. “I need something from my apartment, and it isn’t safe to leave you alone in the car.” Bill opens the car door for me and helps me out. Alarm Solo bells are going off, but I’m so drunk, I can’t do much but mumble a mild objection. He walks with his arm around me, leading me to an elevator. He uses a key to open it, and pushes the button for the floor. As the elevator rises, he swings me around in front of him and kisses and fondles me again. One part of my mind is yelling, no, but my body and the masturbation rest of my mind seem pretty happy with this. We get to the floor and the door opens, he walks me to a door, which he opens to reveal a very nice apartment. “I … can’t really stay. I have to get home.” Bill smiles again, kisses me and begins unbuttoning my top. “No. We … we shouldn’t … “ Bill sits me down on a leather sofa, kisses me again, and in spite of myself, I continue to kiss him back, even as he slides his hand inside my top and begins stroking my boob through my bra. “Oh, my God.” Bill pauses, and finishes unbuttoning my top, which is not tucked in my skirt. I lean forward, as he takes my top off and unsnaps my bra. I can’t believe I’m cooperating with him as he takes off my bra and puts it and the top on the sofa near us. He turns back to me and strokes and caresses my boobs, while kissing amateur me. I try Hairy to protest, but can’t. I'm telling him about the club, and all the sex crazy women there, and then about Ash and how she now simply loves cocks, and "believe it or not she's trying her damnedest to get me to suck one," and I'm thinking this talk is getting to him. “We both are.” I teased all around her tits, indian lightly brushing her nipples with my tongue as I passed over one to the other; she let out a deep breathy sigh and then a low moan. Fuck, I was getting hard. “I’m closing you down, Mr. Bolt, right after I search all of your patrons.” My asshole writhed. He forcibly pulled my panties off to reveal my entire pussy and ass. Betty Haskell & June Cleaver were sitting at the kitchen table having a cup of coffee , their faces dripping with Eddie's cum . Betty spoke first " that son of mine really loves fucking my asshole , he even had me put a buttplug in there yesterday & had me leave it in when i went grocery shopping . June replied yeah i know , three days ago at my place he pissed all over my face & then urinated up my asshole, he even had Ward film it . I'll probably have to jerk Ward off when l'm allowed to go home she laughed. I see the gears in her mind start up, the incantation she’s concocting to send a concussion blasting through my skull. She told me, “Come on over and keep me company.” Then in a whisper she said, “Eve has to work, but I have the night off.” I got in my Pick-up truck and went to her apartment. They were doing fine. "From now on this is what you wear between your apartment and school nothing else. When the brand was white hot the blacksmith pushed it hard onto her cheek and as the smell of burning flesh and smoke rose up she screamed for a few seconds then fell silent piss shot out of her on to the blacksmith’s overalls, his cum shot out of her amateur arse and run down her thigh . Reg said Solo she’s passed out, he held the brand for a few more seconds until he was satisfied then removed it he then sprayed it with lotion he uses on livestock then Reg and Jack examined it, it was about an eight of an inch deep and brown , Jack asked will it always be that colour, and the blacksmith said it should fade to a lighter brown in time, but will always be that deep. Even when I was married, I probably gave my wife oral sex far more than we made love." “Are you okay?” The Judge looked a right twat with a grey wig looking like it were full of dust and robes like something out of King Dick three by Will Shakespeare what we done for the end Hairy of term play at Weatherfield comp masturbation years ago. Janis with a concerned look. "We won't?" Jessy looked at me confused. If you're just messing around, please let me know." The pause seemed very long, and then the strap cracked against her skin and she screamed, a sound of pure pleasure through the fiery pain. I eventually found a spot in the lot (amazing for around 6 p.m.) and got out my car and headed back to the door that led into the stairway. But she was real, she was cute, she was sexy, and I liked her. She wanted her to suffer the indignity of having to whore herself out to satisfy her craving.