Imagine supersized marshmallows.“Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, oohh” went Sammie, not putting on a show, she was actually really appreciating the double t...tty attention.It was Willy who had eyed off this no longer piece of jail bait, Ms Green, as having recently hit eighteen, he eased her up and divested her of any semblance of pretend decency, as her skirt and underwear hit the floor and his finger got to rim, that puckered indent he had seen her play with earlier. Now it was his to enjoy and boy was. The doc said, "We've given you a strong sedative to help calm you down. You can't drive and will be lucky to be awake another hour from now." Doc, if she were to rest tonight and you call us in the morning would she be okay to leave?" I asked."That would be okay, but she can't drive and she must rest. I can call you tomorrow with her test results."The doctor walked out and Molly stared at me. "What am I going to do? I don't know what to do?" she said with a tear in her eyes."Trust me, Molly.. Sure enough, she came around the corner and climbed into the cab. “What does a touchdown feel like?” Marcus drove off in the direction of the bar and laughed at her question. He found himself relaxing as she was with him, and started talking about the game. Telling her about the high from scoring the first time and doing it again in the third, it all seemed comfortable. They pulled up to the restaurant, which had people lined up far outside the door. Marcus tipped the valet and held the door. “Alright, well at least uncuff me before you go,” I said. I was trying to turn my head to look at her but couldn’t see her; I could just hear the sounds of her pocketbook and keys jingling as she prepared to leave. She came over to where I was bound, head hanging down, and bent down next to me.“Sorry, no time. Love you.” She gave me a quick peck on the forehead before rushing to the door.“Oh, come on!” I shouted to the door as it closed behind her.Jess was at the restaurant in ten minutes. It.