She stood stiffly as I held her. "Tiffany," I said gently, "That will not happen again. I promise you that. You will not be leaving." I was about to a...d 'at least, until your eighteenth birthday', but bit my tongue just in time. She relaxed ... more accurately, she went limp as I held her and she sobbed. I wondered if that was my destiny, to have Tiffany crying in my arms? "Tiffany, Sweetie, I want you to go and find Hannah ... Missus Barlow ... and tell her I said you were to have a cup of tea. At first, he wasn’t even sure which of them it was, and he didn’t want to spoil the surprise by turning his head to find out. He assumed it was Derek, but wasn’t positive. He felt the cock push inside him and couldn’t help but think back to that first time, four years ago—how tight he had been then. He’d been with other guys since then, but that first time with Derek still held a special place in his mind.The cock felt good inside him. It had been a while since he’d last experienced it, and. I was wearing some black vynil skirt, a sexy cute top halter and black stilettos. I totally looked like a hooker when I walked into the hotel but I didn't care, guys were staring at me and I was pretty sure they all wanted to fuck me.I took the elevator up to the room and knocked on the door. Inside, there were about a dozen guys, most of them drinking and smoking weed. Except for a few Latino type, all the other guys were blacks…Sonny was the huge black guy that had arranged things with me. He. " I looked down at his hand. He was right of course. I tried to tell her not to come but she wouldn't listen. It would serve her right if something did happen so it would teach her a lesson.Then my protective big brother feelings took over. "I need to check on her," I said walking away. It was around 10:30 and the party was still in full swing. A few people had left but not enough to make a difference in the crowd. I checked on the dance floor and saw her slow dancing with some guy and he had.