She hopped into the car. The guy said his name was Jake and would Nina like to catch a buzz. Nina grinned, shining her head yes. Jake told her to grab...a couple of beers out of the back while he lit the joint. They drove around for a while, finally parking in a deserted cul de sac. As they got more stoned the conversation turned to things of a sexual nature. Mutual friends who fucked other friends, etc., finally getting around to Carrie. Jake admitted to having fucked her. His use of the word. An hour or so passed before he showed up, his eyes redder than they’d been in his office. He sat silently at the table I’d picked out away from the bar and I signaled the bartender for a drink. She had forgiven me my lewdness from the last time I’d been in and brought the drink over with a smile. I smiled and thanked her, telling her to put it on my tab. ‘You all right?’ I asked Fisher, looking at how his eyes were still wet from crying and his face had gone further to a sickly color. I wanted. "Please, please let me go." I won't tell anybody anything about you I promise." Just let me go please!" I'll let you go bitch," I told her. "Just as long as I'm happy with you and you don't do anything to piss me off!" The last I said with a snarl and then I released her left arm long enough to slap her face hard with my right hand. Then I stood up and dragged her to her feet. This time I held her in an iron grip and dragged her back to the car. I reached the bag lying on the ground and picked. It made me moan when he kept rubbing it. My pussy started getting so wet it clicked when his finger went in and out. That&hellip,was when someone shined a flashlight on us. We quick tried to recover and Stan opened his door to kick some ass. It was my dad. He had followed us to this secluded spot. They had harsh words and dad told me to get in his car. Stan was ready to fight my dad, but he held off. He then got in his car and burned rubber away from us. Needless to say I caught hell on the way.