I ordered three shots an we all slammed them followed by many more. I was drunk and Skippy was pretty far gone as he asked the waitress if she was int...rested in having a few and he was turned down. I made Skippy pay for the shots and told the manager he could make it up to us later. I wrote our address on a napkin as Skippy was paying the tab and we taxied home. We no sooner got home and I changed into lingerie there was a knock on the door. Skippy was like what the fuck they can wait. I said. .............Maize:I know my dad is close by, I can smell his aftershave. The blunt object being rammed between my spread legs isn’t as cold anymore but it isn’t having any more luck breaking into me yet, thank the lord! Every part of my pussy stings and the throbbing in my asshole is refusing to subside. I keep kidding myself into thinking I can cope with it, that I can get used to it but every time I actually start to think it’s true, the boss think of a new way to torture me.“Here,” I hear. I got up, went to the bathroom and was just finished when my sis came in.“It’s better to put it on in the bathroom. No need to close the curtains.” She said.“As you wish. Actually, I have something for open wounds and something for closed ones. Just take whatever you think fits the need.”“Ehm...”“Anything else?”“Maybe you can help me with this. Your mirror is crap and I won’t see anything.”“Are you sure about that?”“Who else should I ask? The drunk cunt or the piece of shit downstairs?”“OK .... They had a big sale, so I was able to buy a good suit for a shockingly high price of one hundred dollars. I got two sport coats and a half dozen dress shirts that actually were long on me, so the folded cuffs with cuff links would show under the coat sleeves. They had me get a pair of Florshiem wing tips and some black dress socks. While I was trying on other stuff, my suit and coats were altered. We left the store, stashed my new clothes, and then walked next door to a big music store.“We want.