Over the last few weeks Millie had learned that life was not what she thought it was. In one flash of returning memories, she learned that it never ha... been.Millie could feel her drool covering her chin, neck and chest as Judith held one of the dinning room chairs so Millie could climb up onto the long, polished wood table. As the men gathered around in eager anticipation, Millie could see them stroking the bulges in the fronts of their trousers. Following her stepmother's directions, Millie. This was the critical moment, and all at once I couldn't meet her gaze, couldn't do what needed to be done. Then I felt a cool hand on my cheek, and she clasped my fingers with hers, pulling me over to whisper in my ear:"Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent. What would you say to me now, an I were your very, very Rosalind?" I would say that was a direct quote from Shakespeare's 'As You Like It.' And, as it happens, I haven't had terribly much luck. I felt I had no choice. Then Johnny pulled my top and bra up grabbing hold of my tits.I couldn't believe it I felt his cock growing, getting hard in my mouth.He grabbed my hair and pushed his cock practically down my throat. He let go and I gasped for air. Johnny was now face fucking me, gak, gak, gak sounds were emitting from my throat. My drool running down my chin.He grabbed a handful of my hair pulling my head back.Bend over the counter.I did as I was told.Spread your ass cheeks.I willingly. There was no traffic, no driveways, no houses, and no lights – no nothing. So he did what all of us do nowadays; he reached for his cell phone. It was then that he found he had no cell service – Damn AT&T! Now what, it was nearly 5 miles back to his girlfriend's house and almost the same distance to his home. That's a long walk in dress shoes, and a light jacket, not to mention that his head hurt and even taking a breath made him remember his aching ribs.As he stood there looking out into the.