”“That’s good. Thinking of what he wanted to hear instead of what it would do to me to hear it. You say you love me. Where was that love when I ...alked in the door? Did I hear “Look out Frank; he’s going to hit you.” Did you protest when he tied me to the chair and then put it where I had no choice but to watch what the two of you were doing? Did you maybe say that if he was going to tie me to a chair he should at least put me in another room? Oh yeah Janice; you sure showed me a lot of love. " Rebecca, figures, but a banana?" He shook his head and added, "Lucky banana," then he picked up her robe and wrapped it around her body. “Someone might come.”“Thank you,” she said and looped her hair behind her right ear. “Was it good? I mean, was that okay? I know I said I wanted to—”“No, it was great,” he said, “but it's still, um, still not okay.”"You told me in the bathroom that I didn't understand. Can you explain?" I'm not sure this is the right time.” Evan felt the blood draining from. She was young, 19 or 20 I guess. He had her pinned back against a car and was holding her arms above her head, preventing her from struggling. And he was massive, simply huge, a great black bear of a man. From so close, around thirty or forty feet away I estimated, I could pick out the muscles in his back and arms, clearly defined against nervous fabric that threatened to give out at any time, dark skin standing in contrast to the tight white tee he had on. He kept leaning in, trying to kiss. The sensuality was indescribable. Without looking at and seeing the women working on her, Sasha focussed instead in on Jay. She imagined herself lying down on the bed in her room, Jay prying her legs further apart. She imagined him running his fingers over her damp mound just as she could feel the real fingers running over her now. The woman standing behind her moved and next thing Sasha felt was a mouth on her right breast. The two mouths worked her nipples with great skill, tweaking the hard.