I stood there for a moment before a hand grabbed my wrist and pulled my outside.I head my door close behind me as I was lead to to a van. Wearing blac... panties. Pink thigh highs and a blind fold.I was thrown in and had my hand and feet quickly bound together. We drove for what seemed like hours. I tried to say something but they shoved a gag in my mouth.We came to a stop and I heard the door open. First stop. I was picked up and planced on my knees. A color of some sort was put around my neck. Still trying to get drowsy enough to sleep, she let the dialogue of their first interaction pay in her head as it happened. “Do you feed your Beagle steroids?” Misty asked, smiling.“Oh yeah,” the guy replied. “He suffers from roid-rage and chats up every cute red-haired girl he meets.” He smiled. “No, he’s a good ol’ Bluetick, but the only thing he ever hunts is the best place to lay down.” Misty held her hand palm down to the dog, who canted his head to one side and licked her hand. “Oh, he’s. It was her way of telling me that I was a moron.“At least take him with you,” she said.“For Christ’s sake,” I muttered. “I’m going to the car. I’ll be back in five minutes!”Of course, Liz was right. Unlike some Internet sensations that flamed out in a day or two, “Behave Yourself” seemed to have taken on a life of its own. It didn’t help that Liz was selling T-shirts with the phrase as quickly as she could get them made and shipped.I still contend I would have gone unnoticed if the hotel didn’t. Pussy wet and throbbing and short of breath in anticipation, Lily briefly hesitated before knocking. The door was ajar, she hesitantly moved in calling her lover's name. As she passed the door into the dark hallway, a man from behind the door grabbed her from behind, wrapping his hand around her mouth, Lily could feel his naked body pressed against her, his thick semi erect cock push between her butt cheeks unable to move held tight by the man behind her. Lily's pussy gushed a little pee, her.