Let's go up to your place for a nightcap." As we settled in, John made drinks and I rolled a joint. Carol asked John if she could borrow another shir.... By now we were all rather mellow. This time John gave her one of his T shirts to put on. She changed in John's bedroom. When she came out she again sat on the couch, playing with the stuffed dachshund and wearing the T shirt like a very short dress. Carol and I both knew John could see Carol had no underpants on.I moved over to the couch. Greeted her a very good evening, and got the same reply also with a little smile. I asked her the reason for sitting alone. She told her friends are dancing with unknown guys in the crowd, but she didn’t like it. So she is enjoying only the show with drink. I invited her to dance with me, but she reminded me again that she didn’t like to dance with unknown guys.She was looking like an angel with a shinning black gown of knee length and red lipstick. No more make up on her face as it was looking. She guides their cocks into her wet pussy and hangs on to their necks. As each body builder puts her down, gobs of semen drop from her pussy unto the floor or run down her legs. The biggest muscle bound guy of them all bends her over, enters her pussy from behind, then grabs her legs and lifts her up. He spreads her legs as wide apart as possible and rotates around, giving all his buddies a fantastic view of her pussy and her enormous breasts dripping milk onto the floor. She looks at each. She went to the hall closet, found a rain coat, donned it and quietly stepped outside. She had no idea where to go, but she figured she’d just go in one direction until she found another house and beg them to let her call the police and tell them she’d been kidnapped. So she set out down the road.Frank spent about half an hour checking with his staff on how things were moving along with his computer ordering system. When he was assured that all was well, and, after checking his mail, he took.