I'll have to give her credit, that little lady hit me like a professional boxer! She shouted angrily, "Are you screwing her, Bob? You take her side on...everything!"I turned to my beautiful little wife and lover and raised a big hand, but only to point a rigid index finger at her. I barked in the command voice I'd learned in the military, "Believe me, Sheila, you do not want to provoke a fist fight with a grown man, and there is no excuse for your striking our child's face!" Sheila stormed. We drove to his house and I looked around for a little bit and then came back to him in the living room and apologized and said I couldn't find it. "Well, maybe (my friend) has it. We should send her a text." Nooooooo! She'll just make fun of me! Please don't!" I was still clinging to this little lie I told so I could go back here and be alone with Mr D. "I... I... um, I didn't... um... forget anything." Oh, then why did you ask me to come pick you up?" I... I... um... just wanted to see you. Anne regrets now her lighthearted foolishness and underestimating the real qualities of Poet Peter.Anne is amazed how he easily talks in verses to her! Anne wonders what she now thinks of her Master?Anne as His hostage. She hated Him for that! She is extremely horny in His studio. How very confusing!Anne feels like He sometimes looks right through her, as if He can see her soul or read her hot mind.Anne acknowledges to herself she feels grateful for all hot sex so far, even taken against her. The young teen just laid there moaning, unable to resist, as one boy after the other took her and filled her pussy with their cum. By the time the five boys had finished with Tammy, four more had joined the group. The girl that set Tammy up had spread the word that there was a sexy blonde in the back bedroom that was taking on all comers. Nine different boys fucked the young teen that night.Tammy woke up alone and nude. She was sore between her legs, her pussy lips were red and swollen, and she.