His computer still inhabited the desolate looking space."Sorry I don't have your room ready. I've got to pick your bed up in a couple days. Until then...you can crash in my room and I'll just sleeping on the couch. It's my fault anyway,"he explained this as we left my room and traveled down a narrow hallway to his bed room.It was beautiful. A large queen sized bed was centered on the wall opposite to the door. A mirror above the head board attracted my eyes, as it was the first thing you saw in. It was a night even more sexy and wonderful than the first time we all masturbated together. Tyler and I were now back to fucking just about every night again even more than we did when we were first together. Sex was never far from our minds since we had started with Mark and Denise. Next was the larger group and, of course, Tyler was all excited, could hardly talk of anything else. He had a hard-on almost all the time. Me? Oh, while I had gotten used to being naked with our neighbors, well,. “Does he hate me? Did he say that he hated me?” she said.“No, he didn’t say anything, not really, after I got done telling him, well, what I told him.She sobbed some more.“Did you mention to him that we’d be taking care of him when he got out and as much as possible even while he is in that awful place?” she said.“Yes, I let him know that he was going to be a millionaire when he got out. But that didn’t seem to register with him, not while I was there. I guess the shock was just too much for. Ripping my blouse to shreds, buttons begin to fly and the material flutters to the ground. I bite my lower lip careful not to cry out. A switchblade appears and he pretends to stab me barely missing my cheek and eye, laughing at my pleas and streams of tears. “Stay still or I’ll slice you from fuckhole to fuckhole,” He orders as he presses the blade against the bottom of my sternum under the middle of my thinning bra. Sawing at the straps, he cuts wildly at the wires and brushes my nipples with.