But, this time she didn’t want to have sex. She didn’t want to make love. She wanted to be fucked! Wait! No! That wasn’t exactly it either. She... wanted to be fucked Alan’s way, in whatever way he demanded. She wanted him to order her to her knees, on her back, or into whatever position he wanted. She wanted to be completely compliant and obedient to his every sexual whim. The right words finally hit her. She wanted to be his sex slave, his big boobed fuck toy. The thought scared the hell out of. ...” It was Kellie calling..... so I thought..... what a boy has to do, a boy has to do....I gingerly pushed open the door into Kellie’s room. Her bed was obscured around a corner as the room was quite and ‘L’ shape, so I had no idea of the sight that was about to greet me. As I turned around the wall, my eyes fell on the sight of both Kellie and Deanne completely naked laying on the bed, with Deanne between Kellies legs licking firmly on her pussy and holding a dayglo pink, double ended dildo. Had it come through earlier they would have been able to see Stacy and I fucking over the front of my car, however, now that we were on the ground my car was blocking us from their view…temporarily. “Fuck,” Stacy whispered, panic in her voice. “Who’s that?” “I don’t know. You want me to go ask?” I said still watching the car. “Don’t be smart. Where’s the other blanket?” She asked looking around. “It’s under me. Why?” “What do you mean, why? Because I need to wrap myself in it and get back. When he didn't show, she waited for almost two hours, not wishing to anger him if he showed up late. At last however, she decided he simply wasn't coming and returned home expecting an irate phone call berating her for not waiting for him long enough. Yet there was nothing. A day went by, then two and she began to wonder what might have happened.On the third day, she was catching the eleven o'clock news when there was a reference to a terrible automobile accident three days earlier on Route 31..