Joan had leaned over to me and was massaging my hard cock as we began to leave the parking lot.After five minutes, a black man rose from the back seat... grabbed Joan around the neck, pointed a gun to her head and said, "OK mother fucker, drive where I tell you to and I won't hurt your wife." Joan's eyes were as big as saucers and I could see that she was starting to cry.I obeyed his every instruction. I looked toward Joan and said, "Honey, just do everything he tells you. If you try to fight. "Just keep thinking about where you're going to put it when we've finished," she said softly. "How's this for a scenario? A warm bath, some cold champagne, and a hot, horny woman." Champagne?" Well cider then, oh and a couple of joints just for good measure."I nearly broke my neck in my haste to get out and get on with it.It took six hours of climbing up the ladder, climbing trees, balancing precariously on branches, reaching, stretching, but I can say honestly that we enjoyed every minute of. He was probably still legally drunk and he was definitely still exhausted.Kyle remembered staggering into the house the night before giggling and shushing his friends as they tried to help him inside. He especially remembered Gloria's help. She had her blouse unbuttoned almost to her navel and her gloriously unencumbered breasts and pebble hard nipples were open to his view in the porch light his parent's left on for him. She was walking alongside him with her arm wrapped around his waist while. Next to the plate she had put down a cup of orange juice. As soon as the cup is placed on the counter, she got down on all four like a puppy and crawled under the table so Ryan could put his feet up.Kylie knew he was done when he dropped his feet off his human footrest. She knew what was coming next. Ryan pushed the chair up and took his dirty dishes to the sink. Gently placing the dishes in the sink, next to the dirty ones, he made his way to the pantry and grabbed what he needed for the puppy.