" Dee's eyes were wide despite her skepticism. "Way," said Lani, taking another drink. "Game's perfect until the eighth inning. The pitcher gets the f...rst out. Next batter comes up, hits into right field but the fielder gets it, makes the play. But the next one . . . " Lani shook her head. "Batter steps in, hits the first pitch down the middle. No more perfect game, not even a no-hitter." Dee was silent, then shook her head. "You can't seriously be telling me you think that some random guy in. I preferred the latter. I entered the back door of the bookstore and headed straight for the booths. I was so fucking hot that I wore my heels in instead of bringing them in under my jacket. Heels, tight jeans, light shirt, lipstick and a look that demanded action. Once I got to a booth, after passing a few onlookers in the hall with booths on either side, I dropped my jeans, pulled out my plug and proceeded to lube my ass. Without much beckoning, I squatted and took the first cock that. The painting, I assumed.“I always meant to hang it. I don’t think I could sell it.”“Why haven’t you?”“I wanted you to see if first. Besides, Jennette might not approve?”“You never answered me, you know.”“About what?” I wondered.“Your painting. Would you sell it to me?”“No. Consider it a gift.”She kissed me, then. Not friendly peck in the cheek. On the lips and it lingered longer than it should have, leaving us both a little breathless and it left me a little hard. Summer had always had that. Betty just smiled at Lisa and her daughter as she spoke.?Here is some new fuckmeat for you boys!...Grab the fucking cunts! Ha, ha, ha?? Betty said with a laugh.Lisa and her daughter both screamed in horror as the men grabbed them. Hands felt every inch of their bodies as they were dragged to the center of the bar. All of the men were laughing and screaming things that Lisa couldn?t make out.?Stop!...What are you doing!...Let us go?PLEASE!!!...Let us go!? Lisa begged.The men just laughed at her.