She couldn’t imagine who it could be. The only person who was larger than her mistress that Shelly knew of was her brother, but she was certain she�...�d never screwed him.Had she? She had no problem picturing her brother pounding into her from behind, making her cum again and again on his twisted prick. She knew that thought should disgust her, but with her mistress thrusting ever harder into her, she couldn’t find enough thought in her to care. She was confused, even as she was made to feel good,. I didn’t have to worry about my parents or a boyfriend seeing this. But even so, this evil bastard had me right where he wanted me now. He wouldn’t need to drug me the next time he wanted to fuck me. I’d have no choice but to submit to him now.That wasn’t the worst part, though. The worst thing about this situation was that at the moment I had very mixed feeling about that. I had enjoyed the hell out of what this bastard just did to me. I’ve never been so sexually satisfied. It killed me to. "Ain't love grand," I said to no one in particular.Betty Lou grabbed Bobby's hands and hopped off his lap. And then startled me by planting a kiss on my cheek. "It's all your fault, John," she said smiling and pulling at Bobby's arm. "We gotta go."Bobby stood and let Betty Lou pull him toward the door. He paused for a moment and looked thoughtfully at me. "I owe you one, Robinson." You don't owe me anything, Bobby. I'm just glad it's working out." Yeah," he grinned, "I'll talk to you later,. I gently pushed Ashley back towards her seat. “I apologize for my friend, she doesn’t respect boundaries very well.” I looked at her face for another second, and then added, “I’ll have to punish her later for that.” I hesitated, but looking at her face, felt I could get away with it. “Unless you’d like to do it for me?”The brunette quickly stood up and said, “I have things I have to do now, but a pleasure talking with you.” I noticed the blonde staring at us from the front.After the warnings.