’ I looked back at Mr. Big. Curious, I asked the Sammy who he was. ‘Demarcus,’ he answered. ‘He was an offensive lineman for the Vikings a cou...le of years ago. He’s the one who asked me to put on the Wisconsin game. He’s got a nephew who plays wide receiver for them. Number 83, I think. Demarcus owns the big white house on ‘The Point’.’ I knew the house he referred to. I had admired it many times from the lake. As I looked over at Demarcus, Mace approached him. ‘Dance with me, Demarcus.’ ‘C’mon. . I mean it. Please let Flea fuck me?" Her eyes were watering and she felt like dropping to her knees to beg, her body though was trembling in need and she did not think she could drop to the floor and not get back up unless it was after a good hard fuck.Barely a whisper, "Anything?"A sign of hope, and the mother rapidly nodded, "Anything darling." And she meant it - that mongrels cock meant that much to the woman.Finally, "Let me watch... ?"At first it shocked the image conscious parent, but. That's plenty good enough for me. Thanks," he finished and walked away from the podium.For all intents and purposes that ended the meeting. There were some wrap-up comments from John, but it was past five before the now-enthusiastic sales staff would let Doogie, Clary or me go. We were bombarded with questions, most of them relating to when they would see the results in the field. We stuck to our original answers that it would be a year in the making but it would be worth the wait. I could see. Ialways dressed modestly. The night they ****d me I was terrified,humiliated, degraded to the point of being sick, but when Ithought back about it, I started to feel warm down around myvagina. I knew, and she knew that I was going to cooperate. Sheknew how I felt, degraded but excited. Dave came in the room. Gloria commanded that I kneel on thefloor. I did. Phil and Denise came back in. Denise picked up atape measure and proceeded to take my measurements. After shemeasured my bust I was allowed.