She clearly means business. Short black dress, tight against her lithe body. Her blonde hair pulled tight into a bun. Tall black boots with heals w...ich make my cock ache for another go. "OK sleepy head! Get yourself ready...and make it...hot!" I guess that answered that question. I brush my teeth, comb my short hair with a little moisturizer she left on the sink, and shave, taking the time to neaten up down below before grabbing my Levis and a crisp white oxford. I grab my loafers. The heat and steam of the shower would probably have been enough to overcome any shyness if it she had felt at all uncertain, but the jolt of desire as she saw his backside slick with water was enough to make her instantly forget any misgivings, and she moved forward with surety to touch him and then slip her arms around his waist, pressing herself up against him. She felt rather than heard his gasp of surprise, but it was quickly subsumed by a moan of pleasure as she slid her hands over his. She was also a real handful. Two of the boys brought her in and she fought them all the way. And that is how it happened. As the little group passed my working table, she lashed out with a foot and knocked a can of soda pop into my bucket of ecstasy. I was pretty pissed because that might have ruined the whole batch. The boys shackled her to the bed I keep in the workshop. It’s got restraints at all four corners so that the subject will be spread eagle on the bed. Now I had a drug ready to. It was embarrassing and intoxicating at the same time. She'd be all Miss Prim and Proper, but every time I looked at her all I could see were flashes of her pussy and ass and tits... her mouth full of cock... her talking slutty and what she sounded like cumming. Even when Jeff wasn't around, I'd play the videos over and over again and jerk off to the thought of fucking her. Things went on like that for a few weeks. Then, one holiday weekend, Jeff and Allie went out of town to visit her family..