Her eyes were closed, and she was revelling in the glorious sensations flowing through her. Glorious sensations that she’d missed for so long. “...God it’s years since I had a fuck like this!” she thought. “Stroke Alana’s tits,” Marcus said to Zoe, “Play with her nipples.” Zoe, kneeling beside her mother did, reaching out and caressing her breasts and playing with her nipples. Alana’s eyes opened wide, feeling not one but two pairs on hands on her body. “My God!” went through her mind, “My. Absolutely nothing! I put my hands on the keyboard, and even tried simulating the sound of typing, but to no avail. My brain was...dead. That was it...I was brain dead. I had finally gone and done it. Thinking the same system of repairs would work on my head like it did on my computer, I started slapping its side. But nothing worked. Eventually, I stopped, taking my head in my hands, rubbing the sore spot. It was all Jeanie's fault. She had sucked all my creativity out of me. I was a barren. "I said you weren't to cum until I told you to." He squeezed her ass and she moaned quietly. "Please, sir, I'm sorry. I couldn't hold it back any more." "You dirty little girl, you're just a little slut aren't you?" She whimpered and her eyes closed as his fingers played over her ass. "Yes, sir." "Tell me what you are." "I'm your little slut, sir." He smiled and looked down at her. "Good girl." He brought his hand down in a blistering smack against her ass and she jumped, crying out. He. My contraband copy of Mooney’s ‘Myths, Legends, and Sacred Formulas of the Cherokees’ from behind the dresser. Oh shit. Cell phone charger. I yanked the plug out of the wall behind my bed and stuffed the wadded cord into the sack. I stole out of the room, down the stairs, and out of the house, carefully locking the door behind me and tossing the key into the shrubbery. The longer it took for them to notice I was gone the better. I jogged off down the street, checking my phone for the time. 2:35.