Was this my Sara? Then they left. I was left alone, tied in that position. I don't know how long I had to wait--maybe an hour, but it seemed like one ...undred. I began to wonder if I had to get out of that myself. I managed to turn the ottoman on its side and lay there sideways on the floor. Other than a little scooting, that is all I managed. Then Sara was back in the room. She untied me and told me we were done, that she was staying. She kissed me too, and she seemed genuinely thankful that I. All of a sudden it dawned on him what she was doing. She wanted to be his slut and do whatever he told her to do and he had not told her to suck his dick either time this morning. Instead of sliding his chair back he pushed the table away from them and uncovered her. She had his most precious possession in her mouth and he didn't want to move too suddenly and cause it harm. He grabbed her by the back of the head and she stopped moving. She thought he was about to fuck her face like she wanted,. "Then get in," he said.Getting into a stranger's car went against everything I'd ever been taught about safety. But I was cold, stoned, confused, and scared. The idea that he would give me a ride, if even just down the street to the McDonald's, was irresistible. Without any hesitation I opened the door to his sedan and got in. The warmth hit me like a ton of bricks and made me shudder."Where you headed?" the man asked."I want to go home," I stammered, not sure what else to say. I told him where. Then again, Jack didn’t object to Brigham’s sloppy seconds inside Sammie, either. For one thing, it was very likely that, for better or worse, Sammie was already knocked up. I had the best odds of doing the job, being first that evening, but none of us worried about it one way or the other. I personally got a little kick out of the thought that Sammie might be pregnant not to her boyfriend or husband, but to the man who she had ejected from Dungeons and Dragons years ago because she had been.