"Water," I croaked.Without a word, she produced a glass of water, and I struggled to raise my head and drink it. Swallowing it all exhausted me, and I...fell back onto the pillow. "Where am I?" Where no one will ever find you." Who are you? What are you doing to me?" I am Doctor Vendetta Frankenwiener. You may remember me as the slut you picked up at the Alley Cat bar last Saturday night."Could it be? Could this madwoman be the girl I had conned into returning to my apartment, screwed like there. I really could not believe Mark’s stamina; he was surely having some Viagra pills to get such performance. He had not even been teased by my hot wife.I sat again outside with a red wine glass in my hand, when my sweet unfaithful wife came back. She had her face flushed red and a nice smile. I noticed she had some difficult to walk straight; she had not been enjoying red wine as me; so, I guessed Mark had brutally fucked her in the ass…The following night was something different. This time I. I guess your father got his wish after all." Thanks to your boss." Jenny then winked at Chester and walked away.Chester asked, "How do you know Jenny?" My dad owns the company that supplies Bikini Beach with the equipment that makes it work. Jenny and dad know each other well." Oh? Hun, do me a favor and cover for me. I need to get a breath of fresh air." Sure, but is something wrong?" Just... need to think." Uhm, okay."Chester wandered out to the patio of the banquet hall where the reception. My boss was droning on endlessly—about what, I had no idea. My mind was preoccupied, having been stimulated from the thought of sex: When you know you’re going to get laid, everything else seems unimportant. My groin warmed and I had to fight to keep from opening and closing my thick thighs underneath the table. The phallic symbol of one of the twists on the plate of pastries that sat at the center of the table seemed to tease me. Or maybe it wasn’t the shape of the desert that was exciting me:.