Jassy
I woke up in a comfy king-sized bed the next morning, fully clothed. I was a little groggy from the drinks I'd had the night before, but could tell I was in a strange room. I wasn't sure how strong Karl had been pouring them, but I reminded myself that I needed to stick to beer next time. The Boss had a heavy hand, it seemed, in more than one area.
I wasn't sure how I'd gotten to bed, but I was actually a little surprised to still be wearing everything. What with the Boss being a big biker type, I kind of figured I'd wake up naked with c*m dripping from all my holes. Bikers weren't exactly known for their respectability around pretty, passed-out girls.
Although, as I rubbed a hand across my mildly-sore t**s, I did wish he'd at least taken my bra off before he shoved me in bed. But
