" It was not our fault, Sir," Amanda joined her sister. "Surely you will believe us. She took advantage of the submissive nature that you have encoura...ed in us. We were naturally inclined to obey. That is what you have required of us."I smiled, incredulous, and got to my feet. "So, this is in some way my fault? That you, of your own free will, both allowed yourselves to be taken advantage of and made use of in such a fashion. Imagine for a moment if your husbands had returned home to find you. I offered to drop them at the front desk, but the receptionist asked me to have a seat and that someone would be right with me. Had I known you were here I would have just asked for you from the start," smiled Dusty."I'll have to thank Janet later, but I'll tell you what, since its almost closing time and you came all this way, I'll let you buy me dinner you smooth talker," said Lindsey with a smile.As Dusty stood there smiling back trying to figure out what happened, Lindsey went and got her. Does she? This is all wrong. Isn’t it?She gets on her hands and knees and crawls into the living room. The cheer from the guys humiliating her more than anything in her life.She crawls all the way to Dave’s lap, and before she loses her nerve, unzips his pants.She has only gone down on Frank a handful of times. Usually on special occasions, when she has had too much to drink, and he is especially persuasive. And never for too long.She finds the act demeaning and distasteful.She quickly pulls. "Yeah, Babe. Whatever you say." Shifting his grip to her wrist, he pulled her across the bench seat and ground her palm against his groin. Rebecca gasped as she felt the thick sausage-like member under his woolen trousers. "But I'm going to introduce you to this one day soon. I've got big plans for you after the Graduation Week Dance."Rebecca twisted her hand free and pushed the Model T's door open. Clutching her books to her chest, her shoes made staccato sounds against the sidewalk as she.