An hour later, as Van staggered to the bathroom to relieve himself and get a washcloth and towel for his wife, Paulette struggled to her feet, quietly...pulled the door fully closed, then made her way unsteadily to her bedroom. Inside, she put the tube of lubricant in the very back of the bedside table drawer, grabbed a hand mirror and looked at her red and swollen clit and pussy lips.The lubricant helped, she decided. I'm going to have to thank Arlene for telling me where it was. I'm already. Although she just turned 18, she loved the idea of ​​countless men that would take her, one by one, long and hard. She often fantasized about being a little sex slave who did everything she was told.And now she stood there, naked on her knees with her hands in handcuffs behind herback. Around her stood around 20 well hung men, all in their 40s, all stroking their cocks. She was a little afraid and wondered what they would do to her. She knew she could at any moment be able to say the word. She told me that she wanted to tease me. That she wanted to slowly rub the tip of the vibrator around the outside of my asshole until my dick dripped out of anticipation. As she told me this fantasy, I couldn’t help but think back to the few times when she had laid on top of me in the past, slowly grinding her pussy against my ass. Instead of listening to the rest of her plans with the vibrator, I jumped right to the point and bluntly said “You want to fuck me don’t you?” At this question, she. ‘Still, we’d best call Doc Watson—they live a couple of driveways down—and ask him if he can come over and take a look at you. Do you have AAA?’ ‘Eh, no, no, I’m sorry, I don’t,’ Nancy answered. She was still feeling a little woozy. ‘Guess I’ll call Joe Timberman then,’ Steve said. ‘He’s got the Exxon station up on Maple. Maybe he can bring his truck over and take your car over there at least for tonight. When that’s taken care of, I’ll drive you home.’ When they entered the house, Steve’s wife.