She was learning Holly's preference for explicit, even crude, language."Every man and woman at the party is going to want to fuck you," Marnie whisper...d, still watching Holly's reflection as she ran her hands gently over Holly's body."They're going to want to taste your mouth," Marnie said sensually, "and your tits, and your pussy and even your little asshole. Their going to want to put their cocks on you and run their greasy tips on your flesh. Women are going to kiss you and taste your tongue. .." Robert continued to rubhis cock like a wet clit the same way Samantha was stroking her juttingclit like a cock, partly out of anxiousness at this point, but stillmostly out of horniness. Even this was turning him on. Especially this."Won't what?" Samantha snorted again, reaching under the filthy blanketshe slept on in her cage for a tin of Alpo she'd apparently been hidingand peeled the tab open in one ferocious jerk. She tipped it up andchugged it into her gullet, bits of beef and rivulets. I nodded and told him about my fight with Robbie and how he didn't come get me like I thought. He laughed and offered to give me a lift home which I gladly accepted. I climbed in on the passenger side of the delivery type van and strapped myself in. I told him where I lived and we got back on the road. I breathed a sigh of relief as I realized how stupid I had been. Home was only about 20 minutes away, I thought - that is until the driver made a left turn on Broadway and started driving away. “You know what? Fuck you,” she swore under her breath and reached behind her headboard.There was a clunking noise, and the light-framed, soft-spoken Indian woman’s hand came into view, clutching a short black revolver. She leveled it at me with a practiced two-handed grip. And most importantly, she backed away out of my reach and kept the gun aimed at my chest. I doubted that I could move before she could pull the trigger, and I hoped she’d be able to resist the urge to pull whether I moved or.