All this time, I'm hunched over my desk pretending to be reading through some financials. Granted, my hand-eye coordination is not optimal, but I thin... I'm doing a pretty good job faking studiousness! As for my breathing - well, that is a bit harder but I think I cover up my involuntary gasps pretty well with coughs and such. "Since you didn't want coffee I got you a muffin anyway." Stan is back (duh)! What is he, a ninja? I didn't hear him walking back! I don't even have time to panic, let. Starting on my legs working up my calves and thighs, spending a long time on my ass. I felt so good, my cock was so hard. Then he worked up my back, shoulders and back down to my ass. He then turned me over and started rubbing his cock against mine, satin on satin.Then he produced some lube, and releasing my cock started rubbing it over my cock and filling my hands for his. We slowly stroked until his hand moved between my thighs and a finger started caressing my ass and my hole under my. Hell, it would have gotten me nowhere with Sober Molly, let alone Drunk Molly. “Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry.”Molly didn’t say anything, but just leaned back in her chair.I had to process what was happening. Okay. So Molly wasn’t just drinking at parties, she was also just getting drunk at home. Clearly not for the first time, that would be too convenient. Which meant... “Were you drunk two days ago when we had sex too?” I would have thought I’d noticed, but me being me, there was the. The one behind quickly removed his hand from over her mouth, setting his right arm beneath her chin and across her throat, locking her jaw shut as he struggled to support her. She was hauled out of the room into a second room. The door banged loudly as it was kicked closed. The world spun as she was thrown to the ground, landing face down. Her blouse was ripped off her arms as the other began pulling off her skirt.Now screaming again — yelling, pleading, shouting as she had never shouted in her.