Must be. We’ll have forgotten all about it in the morning. The sun woke her up the next morning, just as it had the day before. She began her usual ...laborate stretching ritual until suddenly she stopped, mid-stretch. Her eyes had fallen on the black underwear, arranged exactly as she had left it the night before. She shrank back under the covers. Everything hinged on the choice she had to make right now. If she ignored the underwear and brought him breakfast dressed normally, it would send him. I stepped back and she entered followed by Sophie who was almost as tall as Lana and Lyn and who wore a dress similar to mine – calf length with small sleeves although hers buttoned from neck to hem while mine had no buttons. Hers was black, mine blue. I felt like a dwarf in their presence. Sophie introduced herself and kissed me. Sophie said in a friendly manner, ‘You’ll get used to it. I used to find it unnerving too.’ I followed Sophie back to the kitchen where Lyn and Lana were kissing in a. The little bastard had d**gged me!I managed to raise my groggy head and look at him. "Um...Mark, stop." This earned me an improbably-hard slap across the face, causing me to gasp out loud and, shamefully, my slit to get wetter. "Shut up, bitch!" he ordered meBut I wasn't ready to give up yet. I needed confirmation. "Pull out and show me your dick!" I demanded. When he asked me why, I shouted, "Just show it to me!"He did, withdrawing his manhood (boyhood) out of my twat. His penis wasn't. His hand went under my skirt in his haste and his arm wrapped around my thighs pulling me back to the front next to him. I was sitting square on his strong hand now with him pulling me tight against him on the seat.It was about 2 minutes later I won our discussion and found us pulled off the freeway at the back of a rest stop, his hands tearing the small g-string I had on under the short skirt in record time. I opened his jeans and lowered my face to his cock as he pulled my skirt over my hips.