It's Sunday. I don't even know where to start.Any ideas?"Mel shook her head. "I don't know. And you certainly can't putanything you buy into that l...ttle car. Whatever you get is going tohave to be delivered." Another problem," he admitted. "And I have to work tomorrow. I can'tbe here to wait around for deliveries."Mel thought for a moment again. She kind of liked being with Chad."Tell you what, I'm on my way out to do a little shopping myself. Doyou want to come along? Maybe we can. I swallow everything he has to offer me. I want to taste more. He gives me more, he thrusts so hard. It feels like he is fucking my pussy. I tighten my lips around him, teasing him. He growls and begins to slow his pace, pulling out gently. “You’re going to be the death of me, little girl.” “I doubt that, but it’d be a good way to go, yes?” I tease him, I even flash him a smile. I may not be able to see him but I know he is at least grinning at my comment. He moves from where he stands and. I was limp and yet my body was responding to the sexual assualt that was happening. I felt my pussy filled with something, I supose a cock and then it convuled around it, the orgasm soaking what was in it.I don’t know how long the giant was fucking me but he was not there when I came back to knowing what as hapening. The dyke was in front of me again, her pussy over my face and she commanded me, “Drink” and she began pissing into my mouth. It filled my mouth and flowed over and I chocked as the. He just cackled his god-awful snicker.When he moved away, I saw the dark blotch of a gag at the center of Erica's face. Straps ran to each side, keeping it tightly in place. Only her muffled moans could be heard. She arched her body in frustration."Asshole," I muttered. "I'll get you for this." I sounded as ridiculous as I felt. I was mad at myself for having allowed this to happen."Welcome back, boy," Enthwistle said, turning my way. "I hope you appreciate our efforts — we go to great lengths.