“Looking forward to this?” I asked.“Oh, no, Davy. I really don’t want this!”“What a lying cunt,” the devil dog muttered. “She is hot a... a pistol.”“Yes, I agree. She cannot admit to herself how much she likes sex and how much she wants it. Therefore, she denies it and makes us force her into it,” the scientist replied.“What! You two guys agreeing on something? This is a first,” the Davy in my brain said.Had my poor brain spilt again, trifurcating itself? And, what were the two deadly opponents. ”As I was rapidly finding out, a ‘suggestion’ from Jacqui is non-negotiable.Our taxi was a traditional black cab, and the three of us sat in the back, Chris in the middle with his arms around our shoulders. As we moved off he went to slip his hand down my shirt, only to receive a sharp slap on the leg from Jacqui.“Touch, yes, grope, no. Groping is uncouth.”I admit I was slightly disappointed but didn’t let it show. We chatted freely for the few minutes it took to get to our hotel and our room,. "Joy's father asked, "What about us? What do we wear?"Martha said, "Joy, you come with me. I'll give you the attire to bring down to the men for them to wear."So, while the men waited in the living room, Martha, Joy and Nicole went to what was now Nicole's room. There Martha took two pieces of clothing and gave Joy, asking her to take them to the men for them to wear.Then Martha asked Nicole to take off all of her clothes. Shyly the young girl did as she was told.Nicole was then asked to put on. When she doesn't answer, he smacks the same cheek even harder. "WHO!" "You're my daddy!" Stacy's cry echoes throughout the ride, and she can only pray that her family doesn't hear it as she says it again and again as grungy guy's cock plows into her, harder with each thrust...until finally her pussy clenches firmly onto his cock, welcoming his seed as it rushes into her warmly and she cries out in an orgasm that is no longer fully forced out of her. Stacy's attacker pulls out of her. He starts.