One night we were out with a few friends and were pretty well wasted, she more then I cause she was doing liquid G. My buddy drove so I told him to cr...sh at my house so he didn't have to go all the way to his house. So on the was she passed out and we had to carry her into the house. She finally was able to stagger down the hall to the bedroom and on the way she was taking off her clothes. My buddy just starred at her stripping with a big smile on his face. She got to the bedroom and turned. .. then a popping crack, mingling quickly with a garbled wail; both sounds subdued by distance, and still her heart skipped into high gear, pumping adrenaline into her bloodstream.Turning the corner, she stepped into the underground maze of wide corridors, flanked by spotlit alcoves sheltering benches, racks, chains, rope, standard cuff attachments; each occupied recess playing to a small ring of mostly respectfully silent spectators standing just outside the pooled light, and all patrolled by. "She shouldn't have said that - it got me to wondering what she would do if it happened.I got a partial answer the following week. We had stopped at the bar and I was shooting pool while Mickey was dancing with anyone who would ask her. I made sure that I kept her glass full and after about two hours of drinking and dancing, I saw Mel, the guy she was dancing with start to work her toward the side door. I kept my eye on them and when they reached the door I turned my back on them and watched. She settled down on his cock, letting him penetrate her tiny childish pussy. As always, she winced as it entered her, her petite body barely able to hold him. Cupping her cute little ass, Isaac began lifting her up and dropping her back down, her frame as light as a pillow in his arms. She smiled and moaned as he used her like a fleshlight, currently in her favorite position. She loved when Isaac used her body this way, she loved being held in his arms, embraced, cradled even. It made her feel.