Oh yes, his lab partner was definitely back. He watched her get up on shaky legs and head for the sink to clean her face a little better he supposed. ...“Hey, uh, while you’re cleaning up there, I’m going down stairs to get us a couple of drinks. What can I get you?” He had to get away for a few minutes to collect his thoughts. Too much had just happened and he wasn’t quite sure how to handle it, especially now that she wouldn’t even look at him to give her reply. “Water is fine,” she said. No one was left in the room except for the two of them."I...I was joking, Donald. Please, just let me go. I swear I won't bother you again." Her voice cracked, regrettably attempting to apologize for the past five years. She trembled, bent clear over the table as he fingered her dripping slit through the flimsy garment, sheathing her sex."Then tell me. Why the fuck are you so damn wet?" he shouted tauntingly at her. "I think it's cause you want my big black dick in your tight little white cunt,. That's when he clicked off of something and turned around in the spinning computer chair."Come herrre" he said slurring his words obliviously drunken out of his mind.I came in the room and he patted his lap for me to sit on. I was hesitant but sat down facing the door. He rolled the chair over to the door and locked it scaring me. He then picked me up and turned me around so my front was to his front. We were face to face and I was in a straddling positions. Like cowgirl style.I could feel his. , or he was angry with her.Thus it became a routine for me to have lunch and dinner on weekends at their place no more I used to miss my friends as I liked visiting uncle and having my eyes on aunty’s boobs and backside, with my mind working overtime, slowly and gradually I started trying to brush her boobs or against her backside with my hand making it look accidently, she would sometimes just turned back and look at me but she did not say anything, but I did not have guts to do so directly.