Maybe... probably... a baseball bat. oooooohhhh goddd, no. i remember now... i was on my back... my stomach hurt... my mouth was filled with vomit......i started to open my eyes and something hard hit me in the side of the head... i woke up here. Which side? Does it still hurt? Oh yeah, the right side. Still, as hard as I got hit, I'd think it'd hurt more. How long has it been?!Oh my God... he took the hook out of my ass hole. I can move my head. Kinda. My head must have been tied back for. ” She gasped, her teeth sinking into my lower lip as she stared wildly into my eyes. I gripped her apple shaped ass, beyond caring if I left bruises, and did my best to obey, thrusting myself up into her slick hole harder, faster, deeper, grunting as we rutted, feeling myself building towards a thermonuclear reaction until… I felt like I must have ripped her open, so powerful was my climax. I came in silence, too focused on filling her with gallons of my super enhanced spunk to waste time with. “That was mine.”Lisa just smiled at me. “Come on Sis, you can have allyou want anytime you want.”I frowned. “Well, what do you think?”Lisa lifted my pajamas to get a look at my pink pussylips. “I think it would be better getting a drink fromthe source.” Then she noticed I had my lips spread widewith the napkin ring. “What’s this?” She asked, I felther insert one finger into me. She moved it around in asmall circle covering her. It’s probably just the post.” Phyllis, puzzled by her caller’s startled reaction, turned to the door. As she unlatched it, the door burst open and two police officers pushed by her. A moment later, one of them had Jim face down on the floor with his arms pinioned behind his back.“Are you all right, Ms Dangerfield?” the other police officer asked.“Yes, of course. What on earth is this? This boy hasn’t done anything. At least not here.”“I’m sorry, Ma’am, we’re with the Dissident Suppression.