"My, you sure are wet, I suppose you and my slut stepdaughter have been going at it in the back room. She sure is a sweet cut of meat isn't she?" He a...ked as he roughly slammed his cock as far in me as it would go. "I don't want you to get spoiled on her sweet pussy, but, I'm happy to share it with you. It will just cost you a good fucking! I didn't get enough of your sweet goods last night."He fucked me hard and rough. Pulling on the chain attached to my nipples and hearing me squeal in pain. He didn't even have a cell phone to call for a cab or call 911 if he wanted. Every bit of common sense told him to run and not look back. His knees shook as he descended the stairs to the basement that had clearly been altered to accommodate some serious kinky play. The walls were padded and there was a drainage hole in the middle of the floor. Restraints and BDSM equipment were everywhere. While John was trying to get his bearings, trying to figure out exactly what he'd gotten himself into,. He seemed to know how much pressure to apply, and I could feel little tingles running up and down my spine as his hands never stopped. Soon I felt a little tug on my bra string, and suddenly the bra came loose. “Ah Ah, naughty boy! You are only supposed to be applying the lotion, remember?” “You wouldn’t want me to miss a spot, would you?” he quickly replied. “Yes, right! Now why don’t I believe that was your real reason?” He confirmed my suspicion a second later, as his hands caressed my upper. Fucker could throw a football.’ ‘And his fastball wasn’t shabby either as I recall.’ ‘Sure, sure,’ Sammy was still trying to recapture Hezzy in his mind as the drinks arrived and he took a quick sip. ‘Got it!’ he said, startling the young woman next to him as she traced her pencil liner over her lips, enlarging them with lipstick instead of collagen. ‘Musta been his senior year. You were gone by then I think.’ ‘That’s right. I graduated two years before old Hezzy, but as I recall he brought the.