And she was stumbling around the garage, tripping on everything.So we got her inside. And got her into her room. And dropped her on her bed. And just ...as we turned to leave she said, "Thanks Joey (because that's her brother, my friends, name). I owe you a blow job ."Odd moment. But just as we walked through the bedroom door, I told Joey I was just gonna go check on her. I don't now why I did it, I was never usually this bold.So Joey went back to game, and as he walked down the hallway, I quietly. "Becides, we need some kinda real song on the fourth side, not just Reoccuring Dreams, or Dez'll think that..." Speaking of which, why don't you two kiss and make up so that we can get it on tape?" Spot, their producer, stuck his head into the room. Sighing, Bob and Grant followed him out and into the live room. Greg Norton was waiting for them inside, tapping his fingers impatiently on the body of his bass. At a signal from Spot, Bob coaxed a quiet feedback squeal from his guitar: the. It hurts like hell. I love it. I want more.And then he stops.Bastard.And then he pushes something deep in me that sets my whole body trembling. Soooo intense! Soooo good!And then he stops.Bastard.Fucking tease.Hurt me! I want him to hurt me! Hurt me and not well! Hurt me some more!Bastard.He says he's going to cut me. To skin me. I hope he does, but I think he's lying. I want him to cut me deep. I want to bleed.He won't flay me. He's scared. I’m not. I want to hurt. I want to hurt. I want to. The sight of Prince standing over me, feeling his cock in my pussy, was scary, but I also noticed I was pushing into his cock now, and he was picking up speed, each thrust going in more, lubricated by cum, now he was also hitting the end of my pussy, he was big, but could I take him, then I had no option, his cock found my cervix too, causing me to rocket though another orgasm.I relented to being his bitch now, taking his cock fully, or so I thought, Prince was pounding my body flat out, non.