Until then, he had to stay put for Alissa. After that, I thought about coming down to the basement to see the action. It would be pretty interesting f...r sure.When I finally got home, I already had Alissa waiting for me at the lobby. She was still in her robe, and I knew that. I had been watching her from time to time through the cameras. She roamed almost the entire house, little by little, taking time to rest in between. I also saw her talking to Brandon at least five times, in which he would. “Mr. Rogerson, unfortunately the fabric that your jeans are made of is too thick for our purposes. You are therefore required to take them off before the punishment can commence. Please step to the front of the stage, face the audience and slowly take them down. Then hand them to one of the guards and remain standing until further notice.”Disaster! This was terrible. He could feel his penis pushing against the fabric of his jeans … he was wearing loose boxers and his erection would be obvious. Suddenly I could feel the tip of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. Oh no, I didn't want him to fuck me, don't be stupid girl, I thought, this unknown guy has given you more pleasure over the last few minutes than you've had in the last year. I push my bum back against him and pushing him into me."There's a good girl," he cooed, his hands squeezing my boobs until they hurt. Slowly me moved in and out of me, the fires in my pussy re-ignited and I knew I was going to come again. His thrusts. All was right with their world, again.On Friday night, the day before I was not taking Beth out on our date, Maggie and her family came to the house for supper. Mama cooked meatloaf, mashed potatoes with the peelings left in them, corn on the cob, and homemade rolls. Dessert was one of her apple pies with vanilla ice cream.Maggie had planned with George for him to kidnap Beth in some romantic scheme with Elvis in the wee hours of Saturday morning and he wouldn't be bringing her home 'til Sunday.