The fear faded with its consciousness, and it passed out. Interrogation Cell — Borgia Investigator ShipFixer woke in familiar surroundings. He'd par...icipated in many an interrogation over the years, as either a witness or an investigator. He'd never been in the rack before, and he felt an awful dread at his position. Even the nightmare would be better than this. He must have been caught up in one of the deadly turf battles that kept the Borgia distracted between conquests; the fear that the. Her perky bed head had dropped from the humidity and lay flat on her forehead and neck. She blew some air upwards trying to get her bangs out of her face but they stayed. She sighed, opening her bathroom door, walking into the bedroom stark naked. The sunlight was beginning to come through the blinds in orange rays that made a picket fence on the far wall. Her bed was a mess, pillows on the ground, blanket half on half off, note under the— C.K. walked over to the note that was forced sloppily. When Tim rolled out of the 69 position, Fred rolled me over onto my stomach and gave me the fucking I had been dreaming of. He did it all, slow and deep, fast and hard, jeez I was in heaven. Then he shot is load deep in my ass. And laid there, dick buried deep in me panting and telling me what a good little slut I was becoming. Then he rolled off to go wash up.As I laid there, ass hole filled with cream and legs quivering, Tim decided I looked good enough for sloppy seconds. He climbed on top. They followed us a few minutes later. I had been temporarily sleeping on Gary's sofa - waiting for my new apartment closer to town. Bill lived a few trailers down from us, with his girlfriend - Leslie, and her two k**s. We piled up in my truck, being it was a tight fit all four of us in the front seat - Melissa sitting right next to me, legs partially open over the gear shift. There was some small talk on the way the Gary's trailer - but each time I shifted low - Melissa would move my hand.