That bastard Joe would pay dearly for his ratting us out, of that I was sure.The best part of fucking Joan that day had been when I leaned close to he... and whispered that 'I thought I owed her big time'. I saw that she took it like I thought she would and was happy. I knew that she could not ever understand that I meant I owed her big time for fucking up my life and that I would get my revenge. She saw it as I thought she had done me a big favor with the new cock. I was laughing to myself. "Well, take your time," she says, "whenever you're feeling ready."She leaves the room. As I move towards the bed again, I notice that mylegs, and the rest of my skin, are now hairless. That would explain thestrange feel.The clothes she left on the bed are all hers. Beside the dress, there'sjust some lingerie. Panties, bra, a slip, nylons, and a pair of red highheeled shoes. This doesn't make any sense to me. Why did she leave theroom without taking her clothes with her? Or just change here?A. Just makesure you don't treat her too well."The room laughed."You can fuck her, cum on her, cum in her, slap her, spank her, she'sfucking hot and she will go all night if you can."I could hear Ryan getting the crowd of guys ready to do me as I listenedthrough the closed bathroom door. The room sounded full. I'd be filledwith hard, heaving cocks within ten minutes. I picked up the shortstraw with my French cut nails and proceeded to finish the lines ofcocaine Ryan had chopped out for me. That’s when my vision started to clear up and I could clearly see him beside me, he was wide awake, but I don’t think he knew what I’d do if he continued from this point. “Can you turn on a light…?” I mumbled softly to him, he just nodded, complying with my soft demand. He sat himself up slightly, resting all his weight on his left arm to lean over and flick the light on. I groaned softly, I hadn’t thought the light would burn my eyes the way it did. I looked at the position I was in, I was.