He began a slow, long, rhythmic pumping. With each stroke his cock rubbed against my already sensitive clitoris and, as hard as I tried not to, I bega... to enjoy it. I realized that the liquor had dulled his senses and that he would be able to do this for a long time. I tried to stifle my moan of passion as I reached a climax but a slight groan escaped my lips. He continued to pump and I continued to climax. With each stroke my moans became more vocal."See bitch, I told you that you would enjoy. You should be prepared to be amazed.”So ... when the brothers showed up at the garage, the first song we practiced featured Bobby backed up by Sally and me. This is a guy singing about a girl who is just too young.Bobby:You’re so hot, teasing meSo you’re bluebut I can’t take a chance on a chick like youThat’s something I couldn’t doThere’s that look in your eyesI can read in your facethat your feelings are driving you wildAh, but girl you’re only a childBobby, Sally&Karen:Well I can dance with. And so I cleaned, my semi-hard cockconstantly straining against my pink prison, and my ass constantly beingreminded of who it belongs to with the butt plug filling me. All was well until I realized I was tasked with cleaning the windowsoutside. I knew I could not disobey my owner, so I hurriedly ran outsideand saw several people. It seemed as if they thought I was actually awoman in a French maids dress, and didn't recognize me. I could bear theembarrassment, that was until I dropped the rag. I. "Harry Howard glared at the Sheriff and asked, "Is that a threat?" Threat? No, I thought it was an offer for a career making opportunity and a little good advice," answered the Sheriff looking at the father. So much anger didn't look good on the man.The discussion was interrupted when the waitress delivered the food to the table. Everyone, with the exception of the Sheriff, looked at the food in a manner suggesting they had lost their appetites. The Sheriff made a big production out of.