The story I recognized as Shakespearean, but in a modern context. Less than two hours later, we headed home, having received a text:“We are sorry we... dropped in! We will call from now on, Lovya Both!!!”“Maybe our mothers can be trained,” Mel said. “Are we still planning on eloping to Vincennes?”“Does your father still have loaded guns in the house?” I asked in return.She giggled, and answered, “Probably, but don’t be so worried about that ... He would give you a running start!”“Ha-Ha!” I said.. . Jenny. Group E is ... Chica. Group F is ... Natalie. Group G is ... Mai, and group H is ... Colleen. Five minutes for a group meeting."The eight women stepped off the tables, calling for the group to meet them at various points in the large dining hall. Tim headed up front to where Yolanda was standing. Mark made a beeline toward Sarah. Will moved over to Natalie and Joe joined the group in the back around Colleen."A baker's dozen," murmured Yolanda lustfully. "All right, guys. This is the. . waaay too early on a Saturday morning. I cursed her out for a minute, but she waited me out and then promised me she would make it up to me. She gave me an hour to make myself presentable, and she ordered me to drink a lot of water before she arrived.I showered and cleaned up. Pei-Hua, as usual, was already up and got me fed. We shared a tender kiss and looked at each other for a moment with that glowing look in each other's eyes, the kind of look borne out of many years of unconditional. I looked down at my non-virgin pussy and saw blood. It was so painful I nearly fainted, but I couldnt. Who knows what he could do. He could slice off my arms and legs and dump me on the street. So I stood there in intense pain with the motion I am not familiar with, until he stopped and thick loads of cum went inside me,it stunk. Then he cut the ropes and carried me to the tub and put me down carefully. I whimpered Why did you not drag me off the chair and dump me in the tub? He replied.