It wasn’t a question but a demand. I struggled to speak. I kept tripping over my tongue and stuttering as she arched her eyebrow waiting for my repl.... ‘Listen, Rebecca, I uh- you know umm…’ ‘Shut up Ray. No excuses. We both know what you were doing, now I want to know why. Hurry up!’ Rebecca said. My eyes began to drift down to her breasts as they heaved in anger. ‘Hey! Eyes up here! You’ve looked enough.’ ‘I’m sorry Rebecca… I just uh- I couldn’t help myself.’ I said and her eyes burned into. "I'm sure we can find room in the laundry room." Between friends and family members, it looked like a record-smashing sixteenth birthday party.Grinning, he winked at me and headed upstairs while I headed for the kitchen to see what catastrophe awaited.***Three days later, we held what I came to remember as the Birthday Party from Hell. Not only did the crowd of invited friends swell all out of proportion to the square footage of our house, but alcohol and some very potent smelling marijuana. " Oh, boss, can I touch her?" I pleaded in my Brooklyn accent."Very well," my European accent replied, "but only if my other associates agree. Raise your hands if that is agreeable," I said. I paused. "Very well, Bruno, you may touch her."I grasped her ass hard, one globe in each hand, and I pulled them apart to stretch her asshole and cause her just a little pain."Unnhhh!" she grunted explosively.Holding the stretch with one hand, I teased her asshole with my finger."OOOOHoooh!" she. Brent’s lupine sense of smell always brought him such pleasant feelings in places like this."I just hope you can keep yourself busy during the day by yourself." Samantha said, in that tone he could never quite determine was serious or teasing. She took a bite of her croissant, then continued, "I mean I hope you’ll leave all the adventurous stuff like scuba diving and parasailing until we can do it together."Brent chuckled. "I don’t think that’ll be a problem. I think a few days of sitting by.