I felt bit ashamed and disappointed too because all the fun was over. But I was wrong. As began to adjust my dress I felt a strong hand again on my as.... I kept motionless for a few minutes and then looked back, it was the same handsome college boy sitting in my backseat with his hand on my butt and covered by his bag. He showed his bag from his right hand to me and assured me that nobody can see his act. There was a cute smile on his face. He began squeezing my soft ass cheeks rather roughly. We may as well admit, at least to him, that we are in a ménage a trios. Gee, I wonder if we were hiding it would we be a ménage a troglodyte? Can you even say that? If you make a pun in two different languages, isn’t that some kind of mixed metaphor or something? It feels like breaking a rule. Maybe it is a rule, like splitting infinitives, that was made to be broken. To boldly enter into a ménage a troglodyte, she thought, and giggled to herself. Suddenly, she felt the first line of a limerick. He poked at the marks. "What the fuck is this shit?"She flinched away from his fingers. "I'm trying to quit. Been off it for a week now." Desperation threaded into her wide, faded-blue gaze. "I'm tryin' to stay off the alcohol too."I can fix that, his inner thoughts whispered. I can make her new again. I can kill her need for d**gs and booze, give her a little confidence... The Alchemist's thoughts rambled with formula and incantation. I can bring her creativity to the surface so she can get a. ...I as then asked to undress completely, which I quickly did and handing my clothes to the woman who had followed us from upstairs. next I was pushed to a wall and had chains put on my ankles and arms, well out my comfort zone, as they were rapidly pulled tight forcing my legs wide open making me feel oh so vulnerable. Then the same to my arms...The guy I had walked down with came up to me and swiftly grabbed my nipples a pulling and twisting them till I screamed, it was like I had pressed.