He picked up his hand to knock on the door when it swung open. Lacey's breath caught in her throat. Oh God. Here he was, looking incredibly cute this...morning. He was wearing a long sleeved dress shirt, and jeans, which seemed to be hugging him in all the right places. His hair was freshly washed and still held a little dampness to it. His eyes flared to life when he saw her, and her pulse picked up. "Luke, you scared me." Lacey stammered. He smiled. "May I come in?" He watched the conflict. She justneeded to spend time with the car.Sometimes she hummed to keep down the lump in her throat.She'd gotten used to the cafeteria in the office. She hadn't gottenused to not going out in the evenings as often. The van pool got herto work but didn't service a social life.She looked up from her meal. It would have been a stretch to call it asalad; it all came from the salad bar, but it was mostly toppings likeegg and ham and crunchy noodles and cheese. Across the room a flannel-covered. Along the way, he slipped more powder into their drinks. More speed and “heavy-duty painkiller.” Jack gave some of that to him and me as well. We ass-fucked both of the girls forever with no complaints.Deb got out toys to play with. Deb put nipple clamps on Kelly that turned her nipples purple. Later she put a chain on the both of them. They were sort of tied to their nipples with a tiny cord and chain hanging between. Kelly wasn’t too fond of the clamps but she really, really liked both the. Shortly afterwards, I begin to see a bunch of Lesbonian free women coming towards us; all are sporting strap-on dongs. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that we are about to get our asses fucked – again, and again, and again.?W-T-F (What the Fuck) are we gonna do?? I ask Amy Sue when I realize that we’re about to get ass fucked by a bunch of horny lezzies. Suddenly, we hear two police cars pull up. We look and see four Native American guys get out of the cars. That’s when I notice that.