Rachel turned toward the back door and told her, "Let's get to the hospital and..." She never got to finish her sentence as she heard a car pull up in...front of the house.Will Brand parked on the street and got out of his expensive convertible. "Sorry for the delay," he told them as he walked into the house uninvited, "Between some idiot who tried to use a VW to play chicken with a semi on State Street and an idiot traffic cop who made things worse, I couldn't get here any faster. Now, what's. You nasty little bitch. You are going to get out of this fucking truck and walk to that room at the end there. I am going to open that door and we will walk inside and then you can suck this fucking dick until it spits all the fuck over you, which it‘s gonna do right quick now, because you're a fucking dirty little cocksucker who's nearly made me blow my fucking load right here in this fucking truck. You are going to do that because that is the first step towards getting your little pussy. Down to the lobby and out to the street. There’s the limo guy again, holding the same sign with her name on it. She smiles at him, he opens the door. She steps up as he holds her hand, steadying her on the tall heels. It is a ways up – it is one of those full sized Hummers – not the extra length job, but maybe twice as long as a normal one. It is black, of course. The door closes, she sits, and he is sitting across from her. They just look at each other for 30 seconds or so, then he moves over. Prudence was the first to confront the whirlwind that Bobby had become. His war cries scared her, at first, because she thought something had gone wrong again. One look at his face as he burst into the kitchen disabused her of that notion. She had barely begun to smile when she was pulled into his arms and thoroughly kissed.That part of Bobby’s brain that had stared at Connie’s lush, naked body, decided that it would react, just then, and his prick sprang to life as he kissed one of the women.