“What are you, Katy?” Sullenly the dark haired Katy grunted: “I'm your bitch.”Chuckling lightly Taylor nodded in agreement. “Yes you are! Ho... does that feel?” Not really expecting an answer she added right after: “Get down on your knees you little whore.” Katy's hands were balled into fists left and right of her juicy thighs, but she did as she was told, sinking down to her knees and defiantly looking up to Taylor. “That's a good girl!”, said the blonde, patting Katy's dark hair. "I grinned, "Wait until you hear her voice."I went over to Donna and had a few quiet words in her ear. She just nodded and said, "I'll try."I went over and picked up my Gibson. "Try and keep up boys," I grinned and hit the opening riffs of Fleetwood Mac's, "Rhiannon." I wasn't a Lindsey Buckingham, but I loved the song and knew it by heart. On the 8th bar, Ace came in on the drums, with Hugh and Jimmy right behind. By the time we were half way through I think we all knew we had something. It. She asked, “Do you think you can pull me out? I was going to a party, got lost, and then ran off the road.”“If you’re out here, you’re really lost, miss. I don’t think I’m going to be able to pull you out of this dip with the quad.”“Do you have a truck or anything?”He shook his head. “Closest one is three miles away, and they’re out of town.”“Do you have a phone? I don’t have any bars.”Again, he shook his head. “With the Robertsons out of town, it’s eight miles to the nearest phone.”“Oh my. You know you liked it… there’s more where that came from.” He says, walking up to me sitting on the counter. He takes his hands and grips my thighs, spreading them apart. My boyfriend’s brother lifts my dress higher, exposing my bare cunt. “Mm… looks like someone isn’t so innocent after all. No panties? Such a shame…” He purrs, sliding his hand up my thigh.“S-stop it, Jackson… I’m your brother’s girlfriend. And you’re engaged. I don’t want to cheat on him.” I whisper, not wanting Daniel to hear.