”Ken headed her off at the front door. “You are sadly mistaken, young lady.”Just then a car horn blared from out front.“That’s my date, get ...ut of my way.”Ken put his hand on her shoulder and stopped her. “You stay right here. Don’t you move an inch!”Ken turned and was out the door. In the driveway was a little white Honda Civic. Ken got to the driver’s side of the car and saw Brit’s date. He was some sort of scraggly-ass, dirty white boy, wearing a baseball cap turned to the side with. Marion then proceededto undress Oliver...being careful not to hurt him in the process. Oncehis clothes had been tossed to the floor, she mounted him."Sweetie, wakey, wakey time. Its time to...uh, get down to business."Oliver opened his eyes, grabbing her breasts and gently pulling at them.Marion smiled and lowered herself down to him, so that he could suckle ather right breast. While that kept him occupied, she guided his rock hardpenis into her delightful inner sanctum. Oliver's eyes. Startled, I looked over to the sound and saw a rather smarmy lookingguy, with messy black hair. He walked over to me."Jasmine?" he asked."Who are you!" I yelled, starting to fear what had happened. "What haveyou done to me?"The guy chuckled, in not so nice a way. "Well, your name isn't Jasmineanymore. It's Candi. And as for what's happened to you..."He grabbed a remote and pressed a button. The TV screen turned on and Isaw Rachel, seemingly wearing her ballgown for the pageant."Hello. On the white-beaded screen not six feet from her eyes, she watched herself being ravished by a great golden dog whose terrible pointed penis dug holes in her body, plunging in and out, stretching the tender pink slit mercilessly. When the camera periodically zoomed in for a close-up, she could feel her stomach churn up and she felt ill. She could see the soft inner lips of her vagina cling to the dog's thick hard organ as it rose and fell, leaped and lunged. She could see the muscles, her.