So was Joe.Cheryl was never called a whore before. She didn't bother though. It was all like a dream. A very perverted dream.Then Jim said to Joe, "I'...ll fuck her brains out right now".She trembled as he talked about her like she was an object he could use. She felt so disgusting for what she was letting them do but yet so turned on. Against her rational will, she wanted to be like the girls in the porno. She wanted to be fucked. Like a doll Jim positioned her. He didn't bother pulling off her. Maybe five foot six or seven with a trim figure and a great set of 38 DD or better that were covered by a clinging silk blouse with just a hint of cleavage and an open suit jacket. The skirt was above the knee but not too much. Add four inch stilettos, golden blond hair, a healthy tan and blue eyes and you'll have the picture."Peter, I may call you Peter? Please come in".As I approached her, she held out her hand for nice firm handshake."I'm so glad you were able to arrange to visit with me. As she checked her watch and saw that it was after nine o’clock, she figured it was late enough to call and confirm their luncheon engagement, and to see how her patient had fared through the night.The beautiful doctor’s heart raced as she dialed the phone, almost as if she was calling to confirm a first date with a man. But she knew the reason for her excitement was the hope that Charlotte might have some juicy details of Jamie’s ‘treatment’ that she might share. But even in her wildest. . I don't know ...sort of burping as I came along." Sounds like fuel trouble to me," said the old man, "Me and my sons run a garage about half a mile away. If you like we can tow you down there and fix it for you." Would you?" she asked, instinctively know that this old man could be trusted, and at the same time somehow hoping that he would hug her like a father and make it all better.He waved across the road to a car with two younger black men in it and one of them pulled across and parked.