I started to cry, which I think relieved everyone, but then I couldn’t stop crying. I was crying for Rebekka Rose, I was crying for the father she n...ver knew, and the man who never had the chance to be a father, I was crying for me and I was crying because I didn’t know how not too anymore. After I while I just became too tired to do anything but lay there. They had taken her from me after a while. I laid there while my mom held me and my family watched me. I couldn’t do anything, I didn’t. Two of them were roommates Jason and Max.Jason was from downstate Illinois and was 6’-0” and about 170 lbs. He was a naturally good looking athletic guy with a confident and type A personality. He was the life of a party and always knew how to break the mood when it was needed. Max was from a small farming community in Iowa and was a blonde haired blue eyes good Midwestern k**. There were both 19 and a year younger than Rachel.The three of them along with another intern Sandy would do a lot. That's why you couldn't get me in you. There's not a man on Earth hard enough and strong enough to break that cherry, is there?" She shook again, crying and tearing. "I bet you tried breaking it yourself a few times over the years. What have you tried? Knives? Jack-hammers? Power drill? Hammer and chisel? Dynamite? Lasers? Nothing got through that bad girl, did it? No, you needed me to drain your invulnerability first. Get mad at you, rape you, and turn you into a whole woman."Adamantine shook. She wanted to tell him this was her first time. But she didn’t want him holding back. She wanted whatever he had to offer; no holds barred.He continued his barrage of kisses down her body until he reached her mound with its soft red curls. His tongue probed until it found its target, and opened her swollen, pink folds.“You’re incredibly wet, my love,” he said, not realizing he’d used such an intimate term of endearment.She just sighed and moaned as he began his erotic assault on her clit,.