She looked at punk and smiled knowing what he and the twins were about to do. Punk, Bulldog, and Tank started to sing and dance the chicken song all w...hile keeping a straight face, which was easier said then done. When they finished they were instructed to take off the chicken costumes and gear up to leave, as they did Punk said to Natalie " Did you like our show?" "Yes it was very, interesting." she said smiling back at him. As they mounted their bikes and left punk and the twins decided. “Worth waiting for Joe. Nice tastey cock you,ve Got. Does Sarah suck and swallow like me?” “Yeah.She,s damned good at it and Always swallows like a good girl!” “Right, I,ll just call Lisa and tell her you,re on your way then!” she told me. Still licking bits of my cum from her lips. By the time I reached the address Jo gave me Lisa was waiting and let me open the car door for her then I drove to the bar and grill in Friday Harbor for some drinks to bolster our courage. Though I was then twenty. My wheelchair had been haphazardly tossed into the rear of the Suburban and might have been damaged. We’d have to see when we got to wherever they were taking us. It was dark which made figuring out our location through seeing landmarks impossible, and my keepers weren’t disposed towards conversation, so I sat in quiet ignorance while they managed my life for me.We were driven way out of whatever town where we landed. During the ride, the weariness caught up with me and I nodded off. The rest. "Jay, by the way." Sandy. No friends." Erin took the drink. "Thanks!" She turned and walked further into the crowd. Drivers drank free, and the bartender hadn't charged for the wussy drink. It even had those straws that non-alcoholic beverages come with, signaling either a wimp or a driver. She sipped through them and closed her eyes, reaching out for someone worthwhile. Her senses flitted deftly among the gathered mass of minds, tasting here and sipping there, breathing over and swirling the.