"She hefted her tits and said, "That's what men usually say."I asked if I could get a picture and they said sure. I snapped one of them together and o...e with Doug in the middle. I asked them to show their tits. They complied and Doug stayed in the middle with a huge smile on his face. After that, they finally left.I ran next store to the gas station, grabbed a six-pack and came back. Doug and I had a couple of beers and smoked the joint that Tandy left us. I don't like driving around with drugs. I don't want to die a virgin. Please, please!" Richie, I'm scared. What if they just want to talk to us? I'm not so sure." But Denise, if they just wanted to talk, they could have contacted us without coming here! No, I tell you, this is it - please, please!"Perhaps fear can be like an aphrodisiac when its not fear of your male partner. He would represent your salvation, in a way.So Denise allowed Richie to sway her, then to disrobe her, while kissing her all over.As her fears made her pliable. Still, eventually, I will be sodomizing you. There is no getting out of it. Like the handcuffs? Nice little consequence of your new status. They were put on you when you were out of it. You didn’t have a choice. Hey, you’ll get to stay with your friends and share the experience of lifelong bondage with them.“Incidentally, I don’t dislike you. Not really. You’re a bit of a conceited, entitled brat, or at least were, but things have changed, and you helped me get payback at Brandy, so it will go. If you talk to me while you're fucking me I can answer. But if you stop talking I slip into autopilot. Since I do anything a man tells me, especially after he's been inside me, I didn't even complain when they told me I'd be helping them rob the shop where I worked as a shampoo girl. I let them in, showed them where the cash was, stood by while they trashed the place and was ready to leave with them. It occurred to me that being an accomplice deserved a little more thanks than I usually got.