Annette felt her body sagging against the chair, gravity stretching her down. She could hardly move. The girl had never felt so lonely, so deserted in all her young life. Cum oozed from her stretched asshole while her cunt still quivered, waiting for a prick.

David slapped her ass several more times, sticking his right forefinger up her cunt and wriggling it around and around until Annette began begging him to stop.

"Yeah, no sense in going any further," he grunted, pulling her away from the chair. He threw her onto the couch, wiping his hands on his naked thighs. "Too fuckin' tired." First came the ropes around her wrists. Then David untied the line around her ankles. It felt so odd being free… almost unnatural. Annette looked at the dark-pink marks on her wrists and ankles, wondering now how she would be able to hide them from her mother and her friends.

"Gonna give you a ride home. Don't usually do that, but you've been a good, hot lay. Just one thing," David said, grabbing her hard by the chin and tilting her head up. "Don't you ever say nothin' about this to anybody, understand?"

"They wouldn't believe me anyway."

Annette said, dropping her eyes to the floor. David laughed, dropping his hand and shaking his head from side to side. "You're right. Ain't nobody gonna believe that about the star quarterback."

Annette wanted to say so many things. Instead she remained quiet, modestly sitting there on the sofa, waiting for her clothes.

David gathered what was left of them from the bedroom floor, tossing them in her face. She could smell her juiced panties from where she sat.

"Get 'em on. Don't wanna spend all damned Saturday night watchin' you get dressed. Oh yeah, one more thing," David said, raising one hand up in the air. "When I call you, you come runnin' for this dick, baby. When it gets hot, I want that pussy wrapped around it makin' it feel real nice."