He’d been doing it all day, locking me in this room, in his room, letting my hands linger around to find my way. His fingers within mine wasn’t hi... first romantic gesture, it wasn’t the first time I’d smelt his dark, enticing cologne and hot breath as he leant in, wondering if he should or would kiss me. But his fingers had a purpose and they pulled me between us and to the front of his cotton suit pants. He pushed my fingers around the swelling, insisting solidity pressing against his zipper.. It was still a little early so all four of them were playing together. Gene and I were sitting in the living room. ‘Is there a chance we can take the kids to the ocean and play on the beach? Claire promised her kids.’ ‘Wrong time of the year to go swimming, but I imagine we could visit one of the beaches along the coast and let them get their feet wet.’ The ladies had finished in the kitchen and joined us. Sara, holding their youngest, found a seat by Gene and I scooted over to let Claire sit. ..Catherine naked cringed as she was forced down on the rough asphalt bruising her bare unprotected knees from the harsh treatment, then gasped at seeing Carl's hard black flesh sticking straight out right in her face only inches from her beautiful red pursed lips!. She was scared to death that someone from work might see her naked, in the back lot giving these two Negro's blow jobs! But neither of these men seemed to give the possibly much of a thought! For Catherine being a naked slut. Part of my recovery from almost being gang-raped and being saved by Con had been admitting that I was a bit of an adrenaline junkie. If a story didn't include the possibility of violence and death, it seemed a little meek and boring to me.An hour flashed by and the story was as good as it was getting. An e-mail was zipped off to my editor and then the shower beckoned. It seemed as if the water washed away my London self, leaving the girl who grew up in Aurora and got her first taste of the life.