I don’t know how to explain it, the words weren’t a threat, they were a promise. He poured my glass full of the expensive liquor. “Now drink tha... down, rethink your position.” Turning his head, he looked at the bartender. “Hey, Joe,” he said in a loud voice, “Can I use the back room for a few minutes?”“Sure,” he said. “But, this time, you’ll need to clean it up after your finished.”Images ran through my brain of this Marine beating the shit out of me in the backroom of this bar. His dress. She ground herself against his upper thigh, leaving damp evidence of her lust. He bent his leg slightly to make it easier for her and to increase the amount of friction. He cursed his compliance. She pulled away when they were both flush, their breathing ragged. "So?" she whispered."Very, very wrong Paige," was all he could manage."I thought so, Daddy. I thought so but it didn't stop me. In fact, it's what made me want to do it. I think there's something off about me..." Shh, shh. Don't say. ...I played with her pussy and clit on different speeds trying to get her more and more turned on....I’d moved the mirror and put it in front of the table so I could see the look on her face as I played with her.....I wanted to get her as turned on as I could without actually cuming and had to get the timing right.....the vibrator was on full speed now pressed hard against her clit and I had a finger inside her and she was relishing the orgasm that she thought was about to come when I. She thought Joann was probably bull shitting and she fell for it.She would not see Joann until next Wednesday, this being Thursday the anticipation was killing her for a week. If Joann really had a boyfriend this would be a great thing to get in on, or so she thought. A little strange cock with no strings.Friday morning the phone rang at 9:15 it was Joann, Rita answered “Hi girlfriend, I didn’t think you were going to call”. “Rita Wednesday between my kids, the dog, this house and a husband I.