"So you wanna go to a party man?" Chris asked me as we were sittingaround watching TV and I was working on my 5th beer after a few shotsof vodka."I do...n't care man, I don't know of any cool ones going on" I replied ina very aloof voice."Yeah, me neither. We could just sit around and get drunk and over hereall night" Sounds good to me" I said.So we sat around, watching a movie while we were super high anddrinking throughout the night. Once midnight rolled around, we wereboth piss drunk sitting in. It was rundown and the office had a sign that it was being managed by the bank. It was in forced foreclosure. The marina property looked about the size of a building lot in most rural towns in the south. It sat along a paved county road, which probably made it worth more than a building lot. The property consisted of a bait and tackle shop and a dock with twenty slips. I noted there was plenty of space for the house boat along one side of the dock and if we backed it in maybe we could work it. She waited on the bed as it became more apparent that there was someone else in the room – two voices, two different footsteps. She couldn’t tell the gender of the second person though. Adorine almost wanted to turn around and rip the blindfold from her eyes. She was afraid of who was there – what if there were more? What if more were to come? She didn’t do this though, for if she did she would be punished. There was nothing her master hated more than a defiant slave. She began to feel two sets. I felt my vaginal entrance begin a slow warmth, then a slight burn and then it subsided. I took a deep breath as if relieved but felt the liquid collecting upon my lips. I bit my lower lip as people squeezed themselves into my personal space and placed my hand on the back of my thigh. Peering into the reflection at the other side I watched him watching me as I attempted to wipe away the excitement with my pinky up into my skirt but he was relentlessly watching my hand. The train stopped again.