Now Donna Davis was successful and wealthy, while her sister was dirt poor and raising three wild teenage boys on her own. But Donna was still a virgin. At thirty-one years old she had never let a man stick her with his cock. The idea of being fucked still made her want to retch.

"Hey, boys, what's happening?" a new voice asked. Light slanted in through the car.

"Where the fuck you steal this car?"

"Steal shit," Wayne said. "We're just using our fucking aunt's car to see some movies."

Trapped on the floor of the car by Mark and Tony's feet, Donna's heart soared with sudden hope. She hadn't thought of the fact that the boys would have to buy tickets to get into the drive-in.

Surely the manager would call the police when he realized that her nephews had kidnapped her.

"Sure," the gravelly voice said, obviously not believing Wayne. "How many?"

"Four," Mark answered, and both he and Tony slipped their feet off Donna's trapped body.

Mark wrapped his hand in Donna's hair and pulled her up into the light. "The three of us and this fucking cock-tease."

Donna gasped with shock and squealed with the pain of having her hair yanked so savagely.

Her spirits dropped at the sight of the gross, evil-looking man who stood inside the glass ticket booth. He leered at her openly. When Donna recognized him, she began to cry.

"So it is your aunt," Buck Anderson said, his cock getting hard. "Bitch gave me blue balls ten times before I stopped asking her out. You boys go on in. No charge tonight. But I might come back and visit for a spell during the third feature."

"Sure thing, Mr. Anderson," Mark said, slamming Donna back down to the floor of the car. "I think she'll be pretty broken in by then."

"Good," Buck said. "You have a real good time, Donna. You've had this coming for fifteen years."

"Oh please!" Donna whimpered as Mark settled the heavy weight of his foot against her face once more. "Please let me go! What are you going to do to me?"