If you ever speak to me and you don't use my name, you'll spend the rest of the day with the panties I wore yesterday stuffed in your mouth." Cindy st...od back and smiled at me recovering from the first time she'd ever been mean to me. I was shaking a little but both a little afraid and terribly turned on by her. My cock was rapidly losing its size now so she untied it from the bed post. I was led by my cock to her home office and the string was retied to the rim of a heavy metal waste basket in. ‘Shut up, you bitch!’ he yelled. He back-handed Trish across the face with his free hand. Trish, already shocked that Buddy was trying to rape her, was stunned by his violent slap. For the first time since he’d come into the room, the possibility that she would get raped sank in, and she was more scared than she’d ever been in her life. She wanted to scream again, but was afraid he’d hit her again, or worse. She didn’t know what to do. ‘Please! Don’t, Buddy!’ she begged. Her arms were flailing. 'What was that driver doing; didn't he see the light?' It seemed ages before there was any activity, car skidding and swerving to avoid the tangle wrecks for both vehicle looked at though they were 'right offs'. Remarkable both drivers, shaken but physically unhurt were helped from their vehicles; that was when the accusations began. "It was your fault". The one making the accusations which were totally wrong was a reasonable attractive woman, maybe late thirties, early forties but certainly. A few minutes her phone buzzed and Kate picked it up."When I get back its my turn with Rourke ;)" Kate smiled and put her phone down, drifted off into sleep a few minutes later. Kate woke up an hour later to the hungry grumbling of her empty stomach and upon checking her phone and seeing that it was 1:30 in the afternoon, decided to head down to the kitchen to make herself and Bri some lunch. When she entered the kitchen Brianna was already sitting at the counter with an oven heated pizza.