Come on, a really quick one. I like you; I think you're hot.” Bonnie got out of the tent, and poked her head back in. “Give me the keys.” She sa...d. “I’m sleeping in the truck.” Johnny did his best to pretend to be asleep while he listened to Bonnie lose her temper. Things quieted down, and he was just falling back to sleep when he heard a whisper in his ear, “Johnny, are you asleep?” Then he felt his cock poke him in the small of his back. He reached behind him and felt the thing. It was huge. Once at the Hilton, he turned the car over to a valet and led Kirsten inside. They went directly to the restaurant and were promptly seated.“Welcome back, Mister Winfield,” said the maître d’hotel who came over as soon as he saw them.“Thank you, Oliver.”“Something to start you off with this evening?”“It’s a bit of a celebration. How about a nice bottle of Moet et Chandon?““Of course, sir.” He moved away, glancing briefly at the young woman with Jack. She was probably too young to drink, but you. “Oh, I hope it’s soon,” she said.“Me, too, lover,” the man replied.“Oh hey, maybe we should promise each other I won’t be jealous of Rachel if you won’t be jealous of my dad. He’s not gonna go all the way with me anyhow,” Lia added.“I won’t be doing anything with my own daughter, Lia.”“Yeah, you say that now, but she wants it as much as you do.”Ted didn’t reply.Now dressed in a pair of Rachel’s shorts, Lia got in the car and Ted drove her back to her street, dropping her off a block and a half. Could Mr. Miller be right? Was I really just a nasty little slut who liked being raped? Was it even rape anymore? I’d sucked his cock willingly and played with myself for him. I lay there feeling confused and crying and had just convinced myself that it was rape, that I didn’t enjoy it when I heard someone moving around inside the house. I knew Mr. Miller was back. As soon as I knew he was back I whimpered because my bald cunt started juicing up. He’d be coming into the room soon, and.