She was being appreciated. Not used. Not taken for granted.Jared, she said to herself, When I get home, you and I are going to have a little chat. A ...chat we should have had months ago.Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. She looked at the clock. 6:00 on the button.Shelley went to the door and opened it. Rick stood in the hall, dressed in a handsome black tuxedo. He had a bouquet of flowers in his hands.His face broke into a broad smile when he saw Shelley. Her curly hair hung. " She showed us to our seats and took our drink orders. She left to get them and we went to get food.We all sat down and I prayed. I thanked God for our safety, to help those with problems, for Gretchen's and Mack's wedding, and for others starting relationships. I cheated and opened my eyes to look at Chastity and David. Their heads were together. I asked for blessings on our food and time together. My "amen" was echoed by all.Johnny was looking unhappy. He was between Sandy and Chastity. I. ”Sam grateful sipped from the whiskey bottle that Donna held to his lips and then sat watching as she sat on his lap and started to brush her hair. Her weight was crushing his penis and stray blonde hair was tickling his face until she finally martialled it all into a hair elastic.“I have to go and give my class,” Donna sighed.“And I have to sleep,” Sam nodded towards his wallet, “Can you book me another night as you pass reception?”Donna hugged him as she untied his wrists.“I hope you realise. Left hand cupping a generous scoop of margarine, right still wrapped in her long blonde hair, he pulled her across the room to the kitchen table and roughly bent her over it. He kicked her legs apart, and then released her hair so that he could use his right hand to pull her skirt up to her waist and push her ass cheeks open to reveal her puckered little pink asshole. She was clean as a whistle. Her asshole pulsed involuntarily in anticipation of imminent abuse.He smeared the margarine over her.