It looked as though it had been crudely painted with a paint brush in order to disguise the original color of the car. The man opened the back door o... the car, and much like a police officer, escorted the girl into the back seat, and closed the door. He then turned to Jennifer’s father, bowed, manipulated his long mustache with his right hand, thanked him, and crawled into the front seat. He started the car and drove down the street, disappearing as he watched him round a corner at the end. It was time to begin.Victor awoke slowly. His mind was still slightly clouded by the drugs,and for a moment he was unsure where he was, and his memories of theday before were uncertain.He opened his eyes, and focused blearily on Jayne's face.Suddenly it all came crashing back. The club. The girl. The bondage,the girly clothes and the humiliating journey in the car. He sat upwith a shout."Get away from me you..."He stopped in horror. His voice? What had happened to his voice? Hesounded like a. As I moved my hands up the front of her body I squeezed her closer to me squashing my dick between the two of us, and continued to thrust practically fucking her ass crack and the small of her back. My hands had reached her tits and I began with a firm squeeze, forcing a soft moan from her lips; I gripped her nipples with my thumbs and forefingers and gently rolled them like beads causing her to squeal out a much sharper moan. As I continued my assault on her breasts she began to rub her velvet. "That's one from my dry clean only collection," Stacey said with a grin."I thought you were talking about gym clothes," Allen replied, unsure ifthe girl's t-shirt and yoga pants he had in his mind would be muchbetter than a skirt and blouse anyway."We didn't want you to get crabs," Enid replied with a grin.Stacey shot Enid a scowl before she responded, "What kind of exercise amI going to do with one leg?"As Enid handed him the outfit, Allen shook his head. He wanted to backout of his.