Naturally, the D.W.I. ticket was a adjudicated, the local police crime lab found only the fingerprints of the car owner as having touched the steering wheel. This finding caused the judge to request a fuller investigation into the accident.
Shelly was video camera seen as driving her car out of the Brandon estate driveway, as she squealed his tires when making the sharp turn onto the rural road; a neighbor man walking his dog needed to step back from nearly being hit.
Downtown street intersections with traffic lights had video surveillance cameras as well, and Shelly was found then as driving her car in an unsafe manner.
This evidence changed the court's view of the accident, and charged Shelly with the misdemeanors, and the crime of evidence tampering.
Her father had a smart lawyer and got Shelly cleared with just a small fine and her father paying for the $1000 of damages done.
Friend Anna was not so forgiving, neither was her Aunt Hazel Smyth, as she was renown for being a sooth-sayer, and a believe/practicing witch in the dark arts.
Shelly fond a letter in her car one morning, it read as:
Shelly girl,
What you tried to do to Anna was and is unforgivable!
You need to change your ways, and if you don't, there on ways to correct
your manners, even your future!
Beware, you are being noticed!
Shelly read the short letter, it unsigned, but had to come from some friend or relative to Anna.
Nothing changed, and Shelly went to a party, got drunk and laid several times before she drove again as drunk.
The beaming rays of golden sunlight awoke Shelly to the morning after the wild orgy. As she rolled over and woke, she discovered her car as parked inside a barn. She laid bound at wrists and ankles, spread eagle her legs on a wooden rack there in the barn. Shelly struggled but found her capture knew how to tie knots like a Scout.
Worse too, she was stripped naked, her clothes she wore the previous night laid hung through the passenger side car window.
Struggling with her bindings, Shelly discovered her whole self was painted with a sticky, black salve.
Shelly tried screaming for help, only to arise a brown big donkey awake, as he walked from his stall to come sniff the scent of an aroused female.
Likely, Shelly tried to shoo away the beast, but how she lay open to his examining her, when he sniffed and then gave a lick, she about fainted. Likely too, Shelly yelled at the donkey, but the male animal was not dismayed from his pestering her. When Anthony snorted and rolled his upper lip up in a flehmen curl.
Shelly knew enough about horses to recognize what a male donkey meant to do art enjoying a flehmen reaction from sniffing a female.
Anthony was not born a donkey, he became enchanted, causing him to transform, as become a donkey used as a stud breeder.
Shelly might have screamed, as Andy stayed on track with what he smelled and felt then the urge. He mounted the rack and from years of practice he stood holding his libido steady. The lurid sensation of a blunt equine penis touching those well stretched as well used nether lips felt a wild joy when Andy slid his bestial cock in, as into, pressed deep, making Shelly cry.
Seven fun loving fellow friends had screwed Shelly the previous evening and night, but the feelings coming from Andy were her best yet.
Shelly twisted her pelvis, raised her butt with every inward thrust, eyes tearing, she moaning, her belly bloating from the four orgasmic surging loads Andy fired.
After Andy felt spent and retired to his stall, Shelly lay cross-eyed, rightly screwed, the spent trickles of semen coming out of her when Aunt Hazel arrived, she knowing what Andy would do to Shelly.
"Know wasn't my Jackass donkey more fun than those seven foolish young males you had sex from last night?"