Her girth was beginning to bulge out Kimberly’s throat. Kimberly squirmed beneath the desk, her body thrashing against the walls of the confined spa...e as she was forcibly being made into Mrs. Hannah’s personal cock-sleeve. Mrs. Hannah groaned in pleasure, spreading her legs and pressing her red heels into the floor for leverage. Her fists balled in Kimberly’s hair, yanking harder as her hips pivoted forward, but it seemed as though the last three inches would not cooperated. Tears welled in. Johnny was immaculately dressed and quite fit for a man his age. As he leaned in, he made long significant eye contact with me while shaking my manicured hand, I caught the scent of Johnny’s cologne… Bulgari Blu. I knew right then, I wanted more than a car from Johnny. “Yo. You must be Lara! How ya’ doin’ today? I’m Johnny… Johnny Rodriquez. Nice to meet ya’.” Johnny had already figured me out, and accepted me as someone he could “do business with.” And that sounded good to me. “Yo, Lara… ‘you. "Just givin' her what she deserves." "You won't be giving her anything, asshole." I spat. "She's staying with us tonight." "And if you give me any shit I'm calling the cops." "You're drunk, 19, in another state, and you assaulted Debbie. Perry Mason couldn't save your worthless ass." "Oh, and by the way, stupid." I added. "She was going to give herself to you this weekend, and you just had to fuck it up." I collected everything of Debbie's I could see and went back to our room. "You are staying. “Well, you kind of threw up when they took you out of the car so I think they gave you something for the nausea.”“A Gravol IV,” my mother confirmed with a nod. “It’ll make you a little spacey ‘til it runs its course. I’m going to step out for a moment to talk to the doctor to see when he’s willing to release you. Try not to crash anything while I’m gone,” she said gently and with a slight smile. She slipped out of the room and a silence descended on the rest of us.I reached up with my hand to.