The warehouse people were finishing up lunch when one of the women in their group asked another, “Is that Desi Thompson in his lap?”“Can’t be....Desi’s a great kid, from what I hear, but special needs. She doesn’t even hug her parents often. I know she dislikes boys and men, in general,” the other woman said.Reme They were saying that as Desi’s mom walked by.She stopped and listened before saying, “It is Desi in his lap. Remember my praising that random boy that somehow got her to settle down. “One more thing, do you have the necklace?”“No, sir,” she droned.“Well then make sure you get it and bring it to me at the party.”“Yes, sir.”Bethany left a confounded Allison in the loft to pursue her duties. The first duty was the necklace, and the first place to look was the massage room. She spotted it on the floor by the table. Bethany picked up the pearl necklace that had been abandoned. She held the poison baubles in her hand, looking over them for a tortured moment. Her lip curled in. Staring at me. All of me. My pussy directly infront of him getting impaled. Me tied down. My face tear-streaked but horny. My hair a mess, my legs spread wide. His eyes stop at my pussy as he watches me getting fucked by the damn machine for quite a while. Inspite of all the pounding. It gets me wet looking at him staring directly into my pussy getting fucked by something else. He comes closer and sits down near my feet. Then he props himself down resting himself on his elbows as he leans. He wanted to laugh. She had spirit, he’d give her that… and this too… He lifted his hand and smacked her right ass cheek with a stinging slap. She jerked in his hold as he delivered five more slaps, alternating between cheeks. Her caramel-colored buttocks were warm and red now, making his cock grow stiff between his legs. “Furthermore, you will never—ever-ever use derogatory words when referring to yourself,” he punctuated his words with slaps to her ass, “nor defy me,” smack “nor tell me”.