Trembling from the smack, I took my glass and took a reluctant sip. He was forcing me to get drunk- the humiliation of meekly complying, obeying him, ...ade my dick achingly hard. Moving her around on his lap, he chewed on her breasts and then growled at me."Finish it you little faggot, then get us another bottle." He slapped my head again and pointed down the hall, then turned his face back to my girlfriend's belly. I obeyed, downing my glass then slowly standing from the couch and walking. I was relieved when the game was over and Elizabeth drove me home. There was a little bit of an awkward moment when we got home. She pulled the car to a stop in front of my house and we looked at each other to say goodnight. But who were we to each other? How should we end the night? I think she felt the same unsure feeling I did and I decided I didn’t want her to have any doubt, so I leaned closer to her and closed my eyes. That was all the hint she needed she leaned to me and we kissed.. ..you're not going to need to have anything to deny me for some time to come, this evening." She was a most incredible specimen of a "handsome" female. She did exude her ability to manage, but it also created for her a crust that she found hard to leave behind when she went home from work. "Forget the bra; you can stuff it into this trash bag. I want you to be ready to leave this little passion pit in one minute, with hair fixed, cum off, and a smile that is going to turn every man's pole. If she had to fall on her sword she would. She would not like it, but it's what a mother does. She protects her children. She returned her gaze to Martin's extended hand and the folder it held. Still she would not take it. Finally his persistence won the day and she took the cursed folder. Her hand visibly shook as she held it. "I'm supposed to look at this?" she asked weakly, her voice was barley audible.Erin came to stand next to her, as did Beth and Randy. Each put a loving hand on either.