.. ravage me... beat me..." Her sobs seemed uncontrollable to the perplexed man, his confused expression hidden beneath his mask as he stared upon her...trembling form. "...Do... do anything, just stay... Please don't leave... it was horrible..." She clenched ever tighter, her cries deepening as she bared her very soul to one of the men who had shown such malice before, "...J-just don't let... that thing... c-come back...!" Her fingers dug into the knobbly flesh of a lesser evil's thigh, her. It soon got a bit steamy with couples making out and touching each other up. As the evening got even less inhibited, some people started to make out heavily and it got a bit beyond second base, if you know what I mean. Unfortunately, I was on my own (no boyfriend) so I confined myself to the dance floor which was packed anyway. Then I felt a hand snake around my waist from behind, and then travel down over my tummy. I was wearing the Roman toga and just panties underneath. I had no idea who was. “Can’t have you grounded, Debs,” he smiled when I thanked him honestly for all his help. There was a bit of damage to a table top and two stubborn food stains on carpets which we couldn’t shift but otherwise I seemed to have escaped the worst of my bad decision to hold the party. The worst problem that remained was the new, large and strangely pink-tinged damp patch on the sofa cushion where Darren and I had just made love. No amount of scrubbing could get rid of it; indeed it seemed only to. ” “Take a seat, Johnny. Penelope, pour Jonathan a drink. Take a seat, take a seat.” Jonathan sat and sipped at his lemonade. He stole furtive glances at Penny as he sat. She really was a beauty to behold. Her breasts bulged at her blouse and he caught glimpses of her shapely legs as she shifted her position from time to time. Lenny noticed his interest and felt obliged to comment. “I say, darling, I do believe Jonathan here is rather smitten with you. What say we give him something to.