It was a rush to get dressed before Stacy's dad arrived. As soon as she was dressed, she was in the bathroom trying to use the mouthwash to get the ta...te of alcohol out of her mouth.When we heard the car pull up outside I ran into one of the bedrooms and hid.She grabbed her things and left before her dad could get out of the car.I helped Cassie clean up and then thanked her for the fantastic night we had thanks to her and I walked home... not quite sure how I was going to explain my absence to. I went close to her and gave a tight hug which she resisted and I tore off her blouse. Now she was standing in front of me in her bra and petticoat. My dick was in the erect position. Then I pulled her near me and gave a kiss for which she didn’t open her lips and tried push me away. I again gave a tight hug and kissed her, though she resisted it she was made to arouse and naturally she opened her mouth and I sucked out her mouth like anything. Through her bra her dark erect nipples was. Then she worked her way up my body until her stocking-clad thighs were each side of my head, and her pussy directly above me. She lowered herself down, and my tongue came up to meet her. I pushed her silk panties to one side traced around her pussy lips with my tongue, watching them glisten in response as I felt my way around her. As she eased herself onto my chest, I raised my tongue to her clit and slowly circled it. I could feel her respond, pushing her hips towards me, wanting more. With. She mentioned Chigg’s name and said it was unlikely that both would leave here alive. She pointed to one of the fittings in the chair and said, “This one is for when I want to piss down your throat,” she said as she sipped a coke. Then she said, “I don’t want to talk to you any more,” and left the room. The guy spent another hour in the torture chair looking at the implements before they came and got him. As he was being wheeled back to his cell she “happened to walk by” with a cattle prod. He.