"Honestly, Rylee, of course you did. I... I'm... so sorry." You aren't going to complain or anything are you? I should have really knocked again," he ...eemed remorseful.He stared at her manicured toes, painted the naturally achievable color of his Irish face, partially hidden by his grimy baseball cap."Of course not. It's no one's fault... look, let's just forget it happened ok?"She smiled at him genuinely and he allowed his gaze to drift up her body wrapped loosely in a pale pink kimono,. He punched her hard with his other fist in the chest knocking the air from her lungs. She wondered if his intent was to kill her.Within moments he somehow managed to get under the covers with her and she could feel his flesh rubbing against her flesh. His legs were hairy and she realized he only seemed to have on underwear.She wasn't even sure how he managed it other then intense pain from what she thought were his knees and likely one hand but in a matter of seconds she felt her own legs. I could see Sheila in a clearing with four Black youths. She was on her knees, her top was off, her skirt was above her waist, and she was sucking the cock of one of the Black men while another moved back and forth at her ass. The other two were jerking off and making comments.Then a movement caught my eye to the left. In the moonlight, on a picnic bench, were Samuel and Jaye. She was sitting across his lap, her legs spread and her bib flipped up exposing her small breasts. Her arms were around. One of his massive hands came to rest in the small of her back, pushing aside the damp fabric of her tank top as he stroked her skin with his fingers, the sensation soothing and hypnotic. She sighed into his chest, her eyelids fluttering as his dull claws slid up and down her spine.“Oh Sleethe ... that feels nice. Like that...”A sauna and a massage, she couldn’t have expected more from a five star resort. Lena let the tension melt from her tired muscles, Sleethe’s placating stroking lulling her.