That night I could hear her making these crazy sex sounds. She was loud about it too.She would scream "Fuck me you motherfucker, fuck me right there".... jerked off to the sounds of her, fantasizing me being the one she was fucking.After my dad left, she went out.I did not see her again until the next night. She came home all drunk and drugged up, looking like a total mess.I asked her if everything was ok, she looked at me me pure hatred in her eyes and asked " What the fuck is it to you"My head. Would probably make you pop even before slave wendy got to you with her tongue.”I could feel the wetness between my legs. She was right. I was almost ready to go over the top and no one had done anything to me... yet.Shelly’s voice then got very soft. “Wait until after you have finished your drink to answer me,” she began, “but would you like to go up on stage and do that to me? ...as my slave? We would have the submission and collaring ceremony and then you could give your mouth to me for the. ” Mark taunted. Tommy’s pretty face had a look of terror. He looked around the room thinking about a way to escape. His eyes caught the sight of Mark’s huge erection and he lingered on it a bit too long before looking towards the back door. “Please let me go. Don’t call the cops.” Tommy begged. Mark shrugged and shook his head. “But you’ve gotta be punished, boy. You’ve gotta learn the price of breaking into people’s homes. If I let you go, you’ll be right back out there burglarizing and. “And you went along with this nutty stunt?”They nodded, and a dark haired woman spoke, “First, they are all our friends, and we wanted to help if we could. Second, the chances of our happening into a pickup got even remoter once we missed the one that occurred in this area.” She sighed. “Sorry to have bothered you...”“How did you folks come up with such a harebrained scheme? Just as important, how did you get it rolling so fast?” chimed in Rachel.The woman looked around at her and explained..