I cannot get home." Don't worry. Madeline and I will take care of it. She asked Grace and Eileen to help me. I don't know how I got into this, but now...that I am, I am the quarterback. They all assume that I will make things happen. After all, the show must go on. Come home when you can."Greg hadn't really expected this spoiled brat to help, and it was really touching to him. As he muttered his appreciation, she heard him ask, "Are you having fun yet?" I've never been in charge. These people. I would have done anything to please him that night. He was making me feel so good.“I want you to ride me” He sat back up on the couch and I turned to face him. “ I want to sit here and I want ya to ride my cock” He pulled his tight shirt off and I got to see he had a tattoo on each shoulder an eagle on the right and a barbed wire on his left (yes tacky I know but when you are young and horny its bad ass right?). His chest was shaped and he had a skinny tummy. He had thin hair all the way. “Why did you hit me? What makes you think it is acceptable to hit anyone, ever? Do you really think you have the right to be violent towards people that disagree with you? What kind of man area you that you think hitting a girl half your size is acceptable?”“I’ll hit anyone I think needs to get their head on straight. Want me to hit you again?” He took another swing at her, and made contact with her once more, this time on her left cheekbone below her eye. She rolled with the punch once more,. "You ALMOST came?"Beth could only nod. His entire palm was covering her clit. His other hand rolled her nipple between his fingers. Tom's fingers were down to her pussy now. He could feel her wetness. He smiled behind her head, his face pressed against her beautiful, long hair. In return, she could feel his cock hardening inside his pants. It pressed against her ass."I bet you could cum now," Tom teased her. His hands caressed her most sensitive parts. "Couldn't you?" Maybe" Beth could barely.