His hair had been cut since she last saw him, it was now up to his shoulders. Rosalie gave a roar of rage at the two unknown men, the Jacob was the on...y man who knew where she lived, and he had brought the other two men with him. She had needed him to know all her information on the off chance that she died. Jacob’s cerulean blue eyes regarded her with a large degree of fear. ‘Rosalie, hear me out’ he said as she ran at him, he dodged her outstretched arm as it attempted to remove his head. The next morning Mom was still on the couch when I came into the living room, sore and mad and having trouble walking. I grabbed her and shook her hard. When she came to I screamed at her. "You fucking slut. Your son of a bitch boy friend raped me last night because you passed out and he couldn't get what he wanted from your cunt and mouth and asshole. I was still a virgin but not any more. You're a fucking drunken pig." Rather than yelling back at me she came to enough to realize what had. I slowed my tempo to a gentle rhythm, enjoying the feeling of achievement, two down one to go. She had three orgasms with her Indian boy toy and his callous drug dealer buddy not so long ago, and so one more is the target, and that is non negotiable. I pull out of her and she moans but stops when I turn her over and enter her without ceremony in the very underrated missionary position, pumping slowly at first, locking my eyes on hers. Is it my imagination or is there softening there, a tender. .. I looked at them with a questioning look on my face, "Room Service"??? Leroy glanced at Dee, grinned and walked over to the door. Standing there were Leroy's friend Thomas and his wife Bazi. As they came into the room I could see that Thomas was very dark skinned, a decent build and slightly overweight. He had a pleasant if a little bit of a shy smile on his face. Bazi was a light skinned black woman, like Halley Berry. Short hair, not kinky. Very attractive ... On the slim side of average..