Actually, Jess and her mom are still at their table

"Come on bitch" you order, grabbing her by one of her tits and dragging her over to the table you had been at just a few minutes ago. "You know her?" you ask the black beauty as you shove her up against the far side of the table so that her crotch is over the redheads head.

Deserei nods "I... we were on the cross country team together until I graduated last year." she starts trying to squirm free, so you twist one of her arms around behind her back with your free hand, and maul her boob with the other.

Grinning a bit, you loom over her shoulder and whisper into her ear "Were you friends?" she nods "Ever think you'd get off on watching her get ****? That her brother was probably spanking it to the two of you when you slept over at her house?"

Almost hungrily eyeing up her friends sweaty, broken, silently sobbing form, she mumbles out "We mostly hung out at my apartment after she turned 18." Slowly, a wonderfully sick idea starts forming in your mind as to how your going to take this bitch, and what your going to do with her.