I stood at last, Ash and my car were gone. That was when I realized my clothe as well. I was standing there in a hot neon pink bra and thong!!!I looke... around? How the hell was I going to get home? Where the fuck was ASh and my car? Evverything else. I started to cry again this time in fear and humiliation. "Please No?!?!?!" I enjoyed games like this never outside of the house. "Not like this No!!!"A car pulled up and two big guys got out... "Hey seetie... You need a ride." Before I could turn. ’ Angel turned her head towards him, her mascara was running, her cheeks were wet, and her hair was a mess. She had taken out the metal stud from her bottom lip and the bullring from her nose. Her bright red dyed hair was slowly giving way to her light brown roots. She wordlessly walked towards him and placed her head upon his chest. ‘Uh, hi… Mercy?’ stammered Michael. ‘My name is Angel,’ she murmured. ‘You look like shit, babe.’ ‘Fuck you,’ she responded, whispering. ‘You smell like booze – I. People would be less likely to listen to slurring bimbos, and they needed to suck more cock and talk less. Those studs were going to see alot of traffic and caress alot of men's throbbing meatglans, no doubt about it. I laughed to myself thinking about it, and they both laughed along, like little idiots, though they hadn't a clue what was so funny. To further amuse myself, I gave Tickyboo future mental imprints as I spanked and slapped her around. She was going to be obsessed with sex much. We took turns peeping through the keyhole. In the excitement, my hand hit the door, though softly. Subadra Ammayi heard it I guess. I got scared. She quickly changed and was coming out. Meanwhile we sneaked back into our room, which was the second one from hers. We closed the door and we could hear her bedroom door opening. “Don’t worry”, Chettan said, “she would only think it’s the cat or something”. His words were comforting. Later that night Chettan and myself began our session late as we.