Darlene goes to the Rec Room

The music was pounding loud and hard; it was not the music Darlene would expect to dance to. Brad grabbed her hand and pulled her close. They had barely reached the center of the room when Darlene's legs suddenly felt like rubber. She was wobbly and the room was spinning. The music's pounding felt like it was beating right through her head.

"Whooo!" Brad reached for the MILF and caught her before she fell to the floor. "I guess you're not used to drinking." Brad was smiling at his buddies. The **** he had spiked the punch with were really acting fast. Darlene was wide awake, fully aware, but with no ability to resist or to object. "Let me get you someplace comfortable." he suggested.

"I have to find Howard," Darlene was mumbling, not even aware of what she was saying. "Got to find Howard.... baby tonight..."

"Yeah, honey," Brad had his arm wrapped around the woman's waist as he led her across the room and toward the stairs, "we'll help you find Howard later. You can be my baby now."

Brad guided the **** woman down the stairs into the basement Rec Room. A couple of his Frat buddies followed them; one was carrying a video camera.

Holding Darlene steady in the center of the carpeted room, Brad untied the white school girl blouse. Pulling it open he exposed Darlene's bra. "Need to get this off, honey. Need to see those gorgeous tits." Darlene giggled as the young man reached behind her and undid her bra. "Damn, what great tits!" Brad began rubbing and squeezing Darlene's breasts and nipples. "Gonna have fun fucking these!"

Darlene stood, wobbly-legged, as Brad stripped off her blouse and bra. She didn't even notice the other three Frat boys sitting on the couches around her, watching the show, nor did she notice that one Frat boy was recording everything.

Brad was now pouring a bottle of warm, slipper oil all over her tits. The oil ran down her body, soaking her tiny, plaid skirt and thong.

"Time to play, honey!" Brad was smiling. He lifted his robe.