Unlessthese chicken quesadillas were the last real food he would ever have...Fuck, did he just fuck up his last meal? He was just swallowing the lastt...iangle when she walked in.She looked around for a moment, he tried to put on his most confident look,and for the first time, he openly stared at her, not a glance from thecorner of his eye. She made eye contact with him, but just barely, andcontinued to look around. Scott's heart almost broke, he had avoided eyecontact in the past, afraid he. No one's going to lay a finger on you or say a word." What!? But... How?"I stop as we reach the bottom of the stairs and lift his chin up to me. "I'm going to make damn sure everyone knows you're mine. If anyone even so much as says a word to you, I'll kick their ass. Didn't I tell you I'd protect you?"He nods his head. "Now let's get you home. Tomorrow's your first day as my girlfriend." Girlfriend? What!?" His eyes go wide."Didn't I say I was going to make you my sissy bitch?" The look on his. Most of the hands on my ass and pussy disappeared with the crowd. We went down two more floors to the garage area. I then started walking towards my car.While I was messing with the key to the car thinking about what a crazy day today has been, I looked up and saw Jeff, one of the four male managers, climbing into his truck, butt naked. He closed the door and as he noticed me, he gave me a smile and pulled out of his parking slot. I sat down and started the car for my long drive home. I pulled. A few minutes later, a sleepy Antonio joined her in their bright kitchen. She had fixed his favorite breakfast of ham and eggs. Once she had served him—Molly couldn't wait to ask."Honey... , what is this Friday evening thing Janet was talking to us about at the Beach Party yesterday? Is it anything like what went on out at the beach yesterday?" Molly asked.Hesitantly, her reluctant husband explained to Molly that it was like what had gone on at the Beach, except much wilder."Sooo... , tell me.