“We have to fix him!” she cried as she continued to rub higher on my thigh. Marcela stumbled into the dining room and sat down next to Belinda on...the other side of me. “What seems to be the problem?” Marcela asked dramatically. Belinda looked up at her with equal showmanship and said “This poor bastard has lost his will to live!” In a surprise turn, Marcela reached down to Belinda’s waist and grabbed the hem of her sweater and yanked it up to expose her stomach and breasts which were tucked. When the fifteen minutes had passed my voice sounded loudly on the basement again, "To the door Erica."When I opened it, there she was; her back was turned to me, white skin glowing beneath the fluorescent lights, her silky dark brown hair falling in waves and covering her back entirely, almost reaching that small and heart shaped ass. She trembled with her blindfold in place, her thighs close to each other and her arms crossed over her breasts. She was a little bent forward and trembling in. I quickly move my hand away and walk up to the door noticing it is you. I smile opening the door watching you get out. I then step outside. You see me and smile shutting the car door quickly. You then walk as quickly as you can up to the front door greeting me. We both look at each other. I then grab your hand and pull you into the house shutting the door behind us. You seem confused for a second, sure that we were going to leave. But then you realize that I have other plans in mind and you. Carl drew his fingers out, quickly shoving them in Katie’s mouth, watching her hungrily lick the cum off this time, a far cry from the tentative girl he’d watched earlier. “Come on, beg for my cock. You don’t get it that easy.” “Please, Mr. Carl. Please, sir. Give me that big black cock. I’ve been such a bad girl. I need you to punish me. My pussy is yours. Please, fuck me, sir. Pleaseeeeeee.” On that final word, Mr. Carl slammed himself into Katie, shoving all nine inches of himself inside.