Clara was, to be sure, there for the taking but no one seemed to know that, least of all Clara herself. So, Clara moped. She ended up in the breakfast... room with the morning paper. She read through it idly, letting her mind drift actually over the tasks that needed to be done by her department within the next few weeks. She wasn’t paying attention. She got to the back section, and an advert caught her eye. It was, it screamed, for ‘Makeover Inc.’. It declared itself a newly established business. He finally parked, and left me in the back of the SUV for a good couple of minutes. I was feeling even drunker, passing out here and there from the alcohol and sex.The back of the SUV opened. Daddy took off the cover.Daddy Mike: “So here she is. Used, drunk and full of cum. Take her. When you are done, just dump her on the street, she loves it.”I really do.A daddy carried me out of the SUV, still tied and muffled with duct tape. He took me down into a storage area of what looked like a porn. Thodi der mien unki smooching aur tounge kissing shuru ho gai. fir wo dono ladke meri gf ko corner mien andhere mien wapas le gaye aur lund chuswane lage. pooja bhi unka lund achhe se chusne lagi. itne mien ek ladka meri gf ko bola ki “randi hamare sath upar hotel ke room mien chalegi. Wo boli “haan le chalo mujhe” wo ja hi rahe the itne mien miene unhe rok liya aur pooja se kaha “kahan ja rahi hai? wo kch nahi boli par ek ladka bola ki “hum isse chodne ja rahe hai” miene kaha “ye meri gf hai. Forget. Neither would Tiffany.She asked Bob questions about how to use her “mental muscle” again. Her main concern was protecting herself from any trauma.She didn’t care how much trauma Chip and Tiffany endured.Bob made a few suggestions as they floated along, hours later, hovering over Chip as he parked his car a block away from Tiffany’s house and walked the rest of the way, heading for his rendezvous with Tiffany’s mouth.“Get close to him and manifest just enough to touch the back of his.