Two thirty five, her mum had been running late and now so was she.She locked the back door and made her way around to Mr. Grove's garden. He was stand...ng by his garden shed and he didn't look happy. The window that she had smashed had still not been repaired so she knew that she was still in his debt."Come inside Debbie." He ordered quietly.Her head down, she went into his shed, and listened whilst he closed and locked the door."Would you care to explain to me why you are late?" I'm sorry Mr.. I haven't forgotten what it felt like to have your mouth engulfing my hard rod, and your lips sucking around the red head of my cock. And I don't think you have forgotten it that easy either. I know you remember what we saw in each other's eyes when I shot my load into your thrusting pussy and you had an orgasm on my cock. You liked fucking me as much as I liked fucking you." Bobby don't be crude. You know I don't like that word." "You didn't mind using the word fuck when you were asking me to. By this time she was desperately following me begging me to talk to her and that she didn’t mean to slap me and all. At last we entered a cave ride which was nearly dark. In that ride she stayed near me. She again apologised and saidShe: I am sorry, dear. I didn’t mean to. Please talk to me, nahI didn’t reply even thenShe: Aare, come on. PleaseStill I kept quiet.She: Okay. Do whatever you want with meMe: Oho! Do you think that’s why I wasn’t speakingShe: No! Not like thatMe: Then what?She: I. Her brain finally registered it all a mixture of CRACK and pot shit she was in the hands of stoners.Opening her eyes, she saw him, her contact, sucking in on a joint, a sick smile on his face. “Boss, … the …” he coughed, speaking in a voice not quite right as he tried to hold the smoke in, “the cunt’s awake,” he continued coughing and hacking as he spoke. Great, they gave me a fucking pot head as a helper.“Yeah, I got eyes Jimmy,” Chandler said, standing up he moved toward her. “Imagine that, I.