He then turns her around and wraps her hair around his hand, making it into a fist before pushing her head down to make her bend over the cabinet. He ...laps her ass. Once. Twice. Five times in total, before pulling her hair. Then, without any warning or build-up, he enters her tight and firm ass with a heavy thrust, and begins to pound away, the sound of skin slapping together being the only sound in the room as the other three men watch. James grunts and pulls her hair harder, lifting her face. It was coming up the street. It stopped in front of me and the door slid open on remote control."Yes or no?" I asked myself.My anus twitched. I could see my old blindfold lying on the mattress. It was actually a sweatband. I got in with my head down.I knelt on the mattress and the door slid shut. A water bottle filled with orange colored juice landed in front of me.I put on the blindfold."Drink it." The driver growled at me."You don't need to drug me." I said."Shut up and drink!"I drank it. When Norma returned to his bedroom she could tell immediately that he had fallen into a deep sleep. Although she felt disappointed, she understood; it had been a long day and the new experience he'd had with the extended kissing session and subsequent anally induced orgasm he had brought himself to had probably just tired him to exhaustion. Feeling somewhat frustrated, but accepting that he needed his rest, Norma laid down softly next to him without touching and drifted off herself.When next. If my father had behaved the last week, he could stay until 2PM. Cindy and I had stopped along the way for a Fried Chicken Picnic lunch. Every restaurant in the area had their take out ready at 9AM. There was a large demand for it on visiting days at the prison. Having the state prison in the area was good for some businesses at least. Plus it provided a lot of jobs to would have been an even more depressed rural area without it.The cardboard picnic basket was a cute touch that one restaurant.