Benita stopped in front of the right apartment building and dialled the appropriate apartment. ‘Yes?’ the speaker crackled to life with a feminine...voice. ‘I’m here,’ Benita said and after a moment the door buzzed. Benita entered the building and walked up the stairs. Knocking on the door of the individual apartment Benita waited. A moment later the door was opened by a slender woman dressed in a form-fitting black dress. Her light blonde hair and fair skin contrasted with the black dress,. To numb the awkwardness of our earlier encounter, Lauren and I quickly downed a bottle between us of wine from her parent’s cellar. Miles looked on delightedly at the underage rebellion that was rather uncharacteristic from both of us. “So, Sybil,” he asked, “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” “Because Sybil’s too picky,” my drunk, white clad best friend answered for me, “Sybil gets hit on by everyone but no one is good enough for Sybil.” As Lauren blabbered I watched Miles’ head turn to me. " I can certainly understand that. I don't think that I've ever seen people who have been so callous in their lack of empathy and feeling for her chance to live a life of meaning and love, instead of viscously destroying her life. " Joe responded. "But like I said, it is going to take years for her to recover, and she may never fully recover to what she was before all this happened to her." One thing that could give a kick start to her recovery would be for her to see her tormentors receive. She came over and licked it off while her boyfriend got close. She told him. “Cum in her. put a baby in her.” Just hen, he went deep and shot his load. I pushed back on him, letting the length of his cock push his seed deep into me. She got behind me and quickly cleaned her mans load out of me. We got up and kissed the door, and she paid me.I turned to see my property manager standing behind me. his cock was in his hand and soft. “So what do I get if I fuck you?” I asked. He smiled, and said.