Both of us drank liquor. I had a lot more than Casey did, so I let her drive home after the party. However, I didn't realize she had 2~3 cups of red w...ne, which was too much for her. Unfortunately, we got into a minor accident on the road; she hit the car in the front. A bald, black policeman showed up. He did the alcohol breath test on her, it was surely positive. He said not only Casey was DUI, but also got into a vehicle accident, it was a felony, and he had to arrest her.Casey got scared. I jerked the dress off of her body, and she was naked except for her bra, which I quickly disposed of. I pushed her down on the table on her stomach; she draped her body over cushion as best she could because of the handcuffs. I pulled her ass up in the air. “Please don’t do anything to my ass, please, you can have my pussy not my ass,” she begged.“Just shut the fuck up, I’ll do as I please, you liked my doggy fucking your tight little cunt anyway didn’t you?” I asked.“Yes,” was all she said. . Dylan happily agreed that he could stay and watch him work. JK quickly turned and went back in the house to return, still in his boxer shorts and a large can of beer in his hand. He pulled a chair and sat in the shade under the gazebo to watch Dylan working; from behind. Dylan was pulling weed but in his mind he was running a continuous thought not knowing; what was this going to lead to. Mr. Kyrakakis was almost 40, slightly overweight but very active and agile person for his age and some of. Often I could read a simple gesture and understand his will, whether it was for me to crawl to his feet, to spread my legs in apparent preparation to be used, or to fetch his switch in my teeth. I even felt a brief surge of pride at my apparent facility in this exercise, until I realized that I was simply demonstrating my utter subjection and obedience to men.At one point in the class, a short, blonde girl named Gretta had trouble understanding and obeying a command. I saw her trainer flip her.