I slowly slid her panties down and admired her perfect ass. All the while though, I could hear her complaining and begging me to let her go. Fed up, I...ripped her panties off, walked back in the house, stuffed them in her mouth, and walked back out.Now free to have my fun, I pulled the little bottle of lotion that I had taken from the hotel bathroom out of my pocket and spread some on my dick. I then put some on my finger and spread it on her tight asshole. It was a good thing I had taken this. "Good luck." "Thanks. Talk to you later." Ryan smiled again as she slipped her phone back into her pocket. She was still tense, but the phone call had gone a long way towards helping her shake off what had happened at the party. Favorite musician, he'd said, and she shook her head as she got up and wandered to the kitchen. He'd said it for fun, but it had been nice to hear anyway. In fact, she realized, she felt like working on some music. She glanced at her phone and saw that she still had an. Both Joe and Mrs.Frederick were nowhere to be seen, assuringly having gone off to bedduring his little foray.With the chest in arms, he quickly left the house and hopped into hissimple mid-size car. The trip home only took a few moments, as he onlylived on the other side of the neighborhood. He quickly pulled into hisdriveway and left the car behind, locking it before running into his housewith his prize in hand. For some reason, the chest seemed much heavierthan it had when he left Joe's. A single floor house with only two bedrooms, the only door led right into their living room. It had a small kitchen and even smaller bathroom, so even though there were only ten people at the party, it seemed very crowded. I introduced myself to the party goers whom I didn’t know, all the while looking for Miranda. “Wait, did you say you’re name was Mike?” One girl asked as I had just finished introducing myself. “Mike, the Mike? The one that takes philosophy with Miranda?” “Yes, that’s me” I.