Brett flashed his lights at me, I saved being temporarily blinded by them. I blinked over and over to rid myself of the blue spots in my eyes ,as I ma...e my way to his car. Brett got out.He was about my height, beefy, and hairy. Brett had a long dark beard, his hair was long past his shoulders. He told me to come behind his car. I joined him. Brett put his hand down my pants and groped. He violently tugged on my cock and balls. It should of hurt but I was entoxicated by his manly smell. I felt. Switching on the light I realised I now had long blue finger nails--yeah,very funny. I'd deal with those later, just after I used them to extracther liver and made her eat it. Where had she gone it was three in themorning?I went to the kitchen and put the kettle on--a coffee might make thingseasier to deal with and my mouth felt like a sandpit. I'll bet the bitchsuper-glued me, so I'll have to go to the hospital to get thesolvent--might leave that until I get home--don't want some. ?The light changed and Brandon stepped on the gas. ?What happens if I refuse?? I asked, half in tears.?Nothing.??You mean we go on as we are now, right?? I asked with panic evident in my voice.?Yes. You’ll still do your pony stuff and you’ll still sleep with me. But you’ll never have your wedding.?My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would jump from my chest. ?I can be a better slave to you without being trained. I love you. Why can’t you understand that???You can be a better slave?? he. The testosterone-fueled teenager did the normal 20 minute bike ride in less than 15 minutes, slowing down only when he turned onto the girl’s street to be sure the driveway was empty. It was.Dropping his bike along the side of the house, he was at the door in a flash. Then he hesitated, not quite able to knock. Nerves had grabbed him and he was afraid of what might happen if he knocked. What if the girls had been playing a joke on him? What if they got caught? What if he did something wrong and.