"I'll let you stay up for one more show, but at 8:30pm it's bedtime and that's that." I held out my hand for her to shake and she smiled at me and put...her tiny hand into my big paw."Deal", she cried happily.We all moved over to the couch and sat down. The Simpson's music was just starting, but nothing much was happening yet. "You know Captain our captive was really very naughty, running from you like that. Do you think that we should punish her a bit for being such a bad Indian?"The TV. I took her phone out of her purse and placed her thumb on it so I could see if there were any clues there. I looked in her photos and noticed that there were some videos that were recorded that night. I opened one of the videos and she was naked on her hands and knees sucking a guys cock while another was fucking her from behind. The video went on for about an hour with the phone being passed around. She was begging to be fucked more and more and several guys had cum in her mouth and she. In my young innocence, I even remember my mother telling me off for staring at them! In response, the women would often give me a little smile or polite laugh as they stripped nude to head for a shower or dry off. There would be girls of about my age too, but it was the grown-up women I was most interested in watching. I would see their naked bums as they toweled themselves dry, then turn around with their breasts and (being the 80s) full bushes of pubic hair between their legs visible to me.. It’s me you have to worry about!” she giggled.“I love you, Joyce!”“I love you too, Steve! When can I see you?”“How’s a week from Friday? This week is crazy! If that doesn’t work, then the following Saturday?”“Friday is good. I’ll pick you up at 4:30pm.”“Plans?”“What do you think? Screw, then dinner, then screw! Get me hot enough and I might even suck you again! But don’t count on it!” she giggled.She was pushing her self-imposed limits there. If she really wanted to explore outside her comfort.