Hopefully it's not deadbolted." What was that?" Nothing, just saying how I felt trapped here when Dad locked the deadbolt on the front door when I got...here. And how there'd better not be one on the toilet door, that's all." If there's one thing you picked up from your father, Rachel, it's his sarcasm. But no, there's no deadbolt on the damn toilet, and there really have been break-ins lately: Tony and Roberta Black had their car stolen about a week ago. Your Dad locking the door had nothing to. Anyway she says he owes her now of course... to be continued Jan 20th and she is back there right now getting what he owes her. That’s right her friend is in town and it’s a Saturday night and still she drops everything tonight to get served up. This comes after lastnite when he was trying to get her to go saying he wants to fuck her sweet pussy. But tonight he goes as far as saying he is going to take his time and make her pussy purr. He knows he owns it. She has told him over and over. Parking at Mary’s house was hard enough with three vehicles even now.Dinner was nice. To be seen escorting three beautiful women didn’t hurt my ego one bit. Later, as we sat finishing a bottle of wine, the conversation kept going to when, what and with whom. I let Mary and Darla field most of the answers – I was just the dick to be used and abused. I don’t know who was in more of a hurry to get to the house.We’d no sooner got in the front door and applied the deadbolt before Lara was down to. So there I was. Sitting on a pussy wet carpet with a big knot on the back of my skull, and a dead projector between my legs, and miles of film strewn all over my room. That Swedish Erotica box began to laugh at me. If my Mom or Dad suddenly walked into my room, how could I possibly explain the sight? They would have me locked up for life. I swore I could hear my Dads voice, Theres something wrong with that girl. Fortunately I had time to organize a restoration effort. My legs betrayed my as I.