The next instant, as I tried to getup, the car lunged forward, throwing me back down as we pulled out intothe street."Let me out!" I shouted."Aw quiet...down, Red." The big guy in back pulled me onto his lap. Two ofthe other boys rode in the back seat with us as the one who'd snatched mypurse drove."Let's start getting friendly!" The big guy put his hand on my thigh."You don't understand," I squirmed, dislodging his hand. "I don'treally--" and then the worst happened.As I struggled to escape his. Oddly, the thought of his sister naked on her laptop never crossed his mind.A bigger problem came to mind. How would he smoke the weed with no papers? He wasn't sure where to even buy them. Plus, he was restricted to the condo, so running out to buy any was verboten. This was a real problem.Could he borrow a pipe from David? He might have one, but that brought up the trust issue. He turned and looked down the length of the condo, speculatively.Kaylee's room was off limits at any time, night, or. All I could see at the moment was an old car with a blown straight six motor. He assured me I would see it differently later on. The boxing gym was a blast. Smitty was always happy to see me and even happier when Diane came along. I had her wearing more and more revealing outfits just for him and I could tell he really appreciated it. Smitty began trying to talk me into taking a match at a local boxing event that was being held in a few months. I wasn’t sure if I would be up for it, mostly. I would often call it and get off talking with different men (and occasionally women). I loved hearing them cum and would almost always cum with them. Eventually we had a house built and moved into it. It was close to my office and gave me even more time in the mornings before work. It was during this time that I met a guy D who was wanting to experiment with someone like me. We hit it off on the phone and, after several sessions, agreed to meet at his apartment. After a torrid phone sex.