"What's going on here!"
Francis turned and saw a woman storming towards him and his new cock slave. She looked very much like the woman he was leading to the parking lot only a few years older with darker blonde hair, a few extra pounds, and a slighty bigger nose. She wore brown suede pants and dark blue blouse. He long hair was done up in a complicated scaffolding of bobby pins.
The woman walked up to Francis's cock slave, "Veronica, what the hell are you doing? You're making a complete ass of yourself!" She looked at Francis, "Who is this twerp?"
"Mallory, I NEED his cock. I don't know why, but I NEED it!"
"What did you do to her?" she asked Francis angrily.
Francis was very annoyed. He was just about to get his cock sucked, when this bitch interrupted. RELEASE YOUR BLADDER! he shot to Mallory telepatchically.
Mallory's eyes grew wide as she felt a rush of hot urine escape her. A dark spot quickly formed in her crotch and down the inside of her thighs.
"Oh my God, Mallory!" said Veroncia.
DON'T GO ANYWHERE! commanded Francis as he saw Mallory was about to run to the restroom. YOU DID NOT JUST WET YOUR PANTS. YOU ARE PERFECTLY DRY.
Mallory shook her head. "OK, now what are you doing with my sister?" she asked Francis.
"You just pissed your pants!" said Francis testing.
"What? Be serious. What are you doing to her?"
YOUR SISTER VERONICA IS JUST A SILLY SLUT. YOU DON'T MIND THAT ABOUT HER. NOW YOU LOVE THE OUTFIT YOU HAVE ON; IN FACT, YOU WON'T CHANGE CLOTHES FOR FORTY-EIGHT HOURS. YOU'LL EVEN SLEEP IN THAT OUTFIT IT IS SO COMFORTABLE. GO TO THE MEN'S ROOM, KNEEL BETWEEN TWO URINALS AND BEG MEN TO JACK THEMSELVES OFF WITH YOUR HAIR AND SHOOT THEIR LOADS INTO YOUR HAIR. DON'T LEAVE UNTIL THREE MEN HAVE DONE SO. DON'T WASH YOUR HAIR FOR THREE DAYS. Francis figured that was enough for this bitch who was delaying his blow job. Or was it?
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