Jackson, who was called Jack, was new to this small town. He’d moved here with his family after a disaster had occurred in the last town. His family...wasn’t at all typical but they wanted the people in their new town to see them as a family. All hell could break loose if people discovered their real identities, so they mostly kept to themselves.Jack, came across as your typical All-American guy next door. Much taller than average with brown hair, he had golden brown eyes that looked like. He was reading a comic taken from the box of stuff she kept for visiting children. That was about his level, the fact he had a PhD in computer science was the family’s best-kept secret. It would be too difficult for the family to explain how an apparent moron could distinguish himself. ‘A coffee would be great Jess.’ Such a moron. Where was the please and why was he using that foul name Jess and why wasn’t he waiting hand and foot on his hostess? Making coffee, feeling like one herself, Jessica. He jerked my hair up again, making me stand back up and pulling me close towards his body. I started screaming, trying to fight him off. He reached out and slapped me across the face and covering my mouth with his hand. "Shut up, you little bitch," he growled, his voice low and deep. "If you make one more fucking peep, I will kill you."My heart was pounding as he force walked me from the bathroom across the hall to my bedroom. Throwing me down on the bed, he jumped on me, straddling my stomach. It was deep inside me. It was not as painful as I thought.Once I felt it was completely inside, I kissed his nipple and hugged him. “Shekar, I love you. Tum kitne ache ho. Tumhare land ki garmi mere pussy ko garam kar diya hai. Mujhe pyar karo. Shekar. Shekar. Shhhheeykkkarrr.”He put his weight on his hands and started stroking inside my pussy. “Aaaaah. Hmmmm, aaaaaah, hmmmmmm, oooooh,, fuck, ooooh fuck, ooooh fuck.” I moaned in pleasure. I spread my legs up and allowed him to come deeper.“Alka.