” “Maybe you should wash them,” I snapped.Brenda glared at me, and then looked back at him. Shewas kneeling beside his chair, talkin... and gigglingabout their time out on the town the night before.“Should you see a doctor?” she asked, nervously.“Goodness, no, honey.” He stroked the top of her head.“At my old place, though, I had this little bitch whosetongue was like medicine. Used to have her tongue myasshole all the time, but I when they hurt I. “Sure, no problem. Just text me the address and I’ll be right there. I wasn’t doing anything important anyway,” Jess replied.“You’re kidding, right?” I asked incredulously.“Something’s wrong and Emma needs us. Well, just me, I suppose,” Jess said.The reason she said that is because I was bent over the kitchen chair, buck naked. My wrists were cuffed to the legs with the super-duper shiny new cuffs we had bought at Spooner’s.My ass was stinging a bit as Jess had been in the middle of paddling. As she passed each room most of them had at least one man, and in some cases several men standing along the hallway, most of them made rather blunt and disgusting sexual comments about what he or they were going to do to her!!!...The excitement, uncertainty and anticipation was making her panties wetter by the minute. She was almost to the elevator when several of these black men grabbed her one held his hand over her mouth while the others pulled her coat off, she had worn a very thin flower. "He showed up about an hour ago," she whispered, gnawing at my lip, "drunk as a lord, demanded I do certain beastly things for him, all carefully described. He started to undress and passed out across my bed. He hasn't moved since then, just snoring away in there." She kissed me again and certainly could feel my growing interest through her thin nightdress."All right," I said, patting her back, "I'll take care of him and return as soon as I can. You go down and visit with Ivy. I bet she's all.