Was he making a pass at me? I ignored him."You can just take what you want Madam, whenever you want it" He said smiling at meThen he approached a litt...e bit more to me. Then he sat down again and suddenly grabbed my arms and lifted me up, plunking me down on his lap. He didn't sit me on his lap. He just d****d me cross it, facing down. I was still trying to register a protest when he pushed my dress up around my waist and pulled my thong down and off. I started to wriggle and squeal when a. We danced to the slow music for a few minutes when I noticed the dance floor had suddenly emptied.'What the fuck?' I thought."What's gong on?" I asked a passing guy."Doreen's been taken to one of the bedrooms," he whispered, "Drunk out of her brain." Who's Doreen?" I asked."You know, blonde with the big tits," he said then hurried on."Sounds like fun," I whispered, "shall we go and watch?" I want to be fucked," Jane slurred."Later," I promised.It was only a small room and with ten people inside. ..” I trailed off. “Oh, wow, you did that? You made me like incest and want to have sex with you?”“Yeah,” he said, sounding bemused. “How does that make you feel?”“Well, I love it!” I smiled at him. “I mean, you just brainwashed me to accept it.” I gasped. “No, no, I brainwashed myself to accept it. Oh, this is neat. I need to do something else to myself. Mind-control me to do something else.”“Eh, well, just type in those same six letters and numbers. That’s you. Put in the semicolon then. " "No buts. I already watched her splatter the patio twice. I think she is getting ready to spurt again. Look! Against my better judgment, I looked out my bedroom window with Melanie and there was my mother masturbating, rubbing the top of her hairy snatch, and sure enough, there was a puddle in front of her. Then, just like a snap of fingers, a gush came out of her again and made the puddle even bigger. My mother was definitely a squirter. "Bridgette, you have sooooooo got to get your mother.