Weird. He sat infront of Cartman,and as usual he hit Butters with his books. *sigh* just anotherTuesday, he thought. After 10 mins, the bus drove past...the school. Hegot up, went to the front. "Um, Ms.Cartman, we passed the school backthere." "It's ok hun, we're just taking a little detour." "Detour?" hesaid. Then, darkness.He awoke sometime later in a strange place. He felt a huge pain in hishead, but when he tried to move, he found he couldn't. He was bound insome wooden stocks, like in. Had I known that my new neighbor looked like this, I would have caught my second wind and come over earlier. Much, much earlier. I wasn't just calling her honey as an endearment. She looked like honey with her short gold hair and warm bronze skin. She looked lickable.Of course there was still the big bruiser. Husband? Lover? Brother, dare I hope?A quick check of the hands she was still examining showed no rings and no light stripe of skin showing where a ring would reside. That ruled out a. Well, there were three things about her. She was gorgeous. She was easy. She was mediocre in bed. You, you're beautiful, you're pretty easy today, so far, and the rest I'll find out soon, I hope." How about right now?" and I rolled on my back and spread my legs nice and wide.Sean got up between my legs and put his cock up against me, then pushed forward."Oooh, Sean, you are a big brother, big down there. Mmm, you're not all the way in yet, right?"He pushed again and said, "Now I am," as he. Good. He had requested extra durability; her bruises would be there, but they would not show, and any other injuries should heal fairly quickly.An icy silence prevailed over the meal. He allowed it, and only clucked as she rose from her seat."I did not give you permission to leave the table."Renee stared at him, then sat back down. "May I leave the table, sir?"He took another sip of the soup. Swallowed. "No."He could nearly feel her anger." ... when may I leave the table?" she asked. "Sir.".