Why can't I move my head? Where am I? Why do I feel so fucked up? "Sir, can you hear me?" There's that crazy sexy voice again. I wanted to tell her th...t I was fine, save for the fact that I couldn't move my head, had blurry vision, and felt like I was on meth, but something skewed the actual words that came out."Mwuuuuuuuuuu." I could actually feel the drool dripping out of my mouth. I couldn't feel my tongue. What the fuck was going on? Maybe I was dead, but I can't imagine heaven being this. As it got deeper into evening, people were coming in, buzzed, to buy more beer.At 9:45 Franky pulled up in his brown Dodge Charger; a beat up car with a big block 383 in it that he bought for a hundred bucks. He was inordinately proud of it.As Franky was getting out of his car I saw him greet someone walking up the patio. It turned out to be Derek. That was frustrating. He knew I didn’t get off until 11 and he SHOULD have known there would be no more backroom shenanigans. I just hoped he. He shoved his dick in me.Causing me to move forward a little.He reached over to my tits while fucking me.He started kissing my back.I closed my eyes and bit my lip.Fuck Gaby.You are so tight.So sexy. He slapped my ass.Fuck you Hunter.Fuck me harder. I urged him on.He did.He fucked me harder and harder until I had to hang on to the headboard to keep myself from hitting the wall.He flipped me around so I was facing the ceiling.I looked down at him.I was met with his lips.He trailed down to my. Then he moved to my throat, searing it, then nibbled my neck, releasing my mouth. "Before I am done with you, you will beg me to fuck you, and then I will own you." "Seriously Mike, please stop!" I pushed against him, but being only 5-1, and his 6-2 body outweighing mine by almost 100 lbs., the effort was futile. I bucked against him, but this only served to excite him further. He shifted his hips, and buried himself deep inside of me. I felt the last of my resistance slip away, as a new.