“What the fuck are you on?" "Your totally shot, want to come back to my place we can both enjoy some fun.” This guy was straight to the point and ... wasn’t going to argue through my multi coloured eyes he seemed fine. I soon agreed to join him at his home.“My cars outside.” “Ok lets go,” I mumbled.As we got outside he moaned his car had been towed. Sure enough right at the end of the street, I could see a car with a huge toe on the top of it.He hailed a taxi and we were on our way. As we. Looking in the mirror I was amazed how good i looked, a knockout that can pop eyes out. I needed to cover my self when i walked to his house, so i put on my wide fisherman pants and long sleeve shirt. I carefully pulled and tied my hair back and put on sneakers and went down. walking over to Perrelli house I entered his garden, it was carefully groomed and looked fancy with all kinds of brushes. the door was big double door and i ring it. Maybe his family was in also, what was i thinking, what. The scent of lilacs filled the air as did the sound of her fingers squishing in and out of her sopping wet pussy.Her lace panties, which no doubt matched her bra, was pulled aside revealing her dark pubic hair as well as the bright pink glistening pussy. My cock and responded the moment I saw her setting on the bench, and now it ached for attention. Yet I was not brave enough to expose it and pleasure myself as she was.I shifted from one foot to another; the tension in my crotch was beyond. What happened then? Was it Gerald?’ he asked, extremely relieved she was opening up to him like this. ‘I was drugged at work, my guess is it was Gerald, but I couldn’t prove it. Just like I couldn’t prove he was the man giving orders to have me tied up, whipped and beaten within an inch of my life until I would pass out from the pain. I was locked down in some dark basement, so it was hard to see anything. My eyes were practically swollen shut anyway. I just remember that for the longest time,.