I lay staring at the ceiling listening to the Beatles "Get Back" and wondering first what kind of weird ass dream I'd been having and second, where th... hell I was. I looked around the room while realization set in. Either I was asleep, in a coma, or dead. The other alternative wasn't possible. That shit doesn't happen, does it?I got out of bed and looked around. This wasn't another hotel, it was my old room. Not the room in the tiny apartment I kept for my infrequent lulls in travel but the one. That would be her 12th or more hours of black cock pounding her pussy... Tomorrow he would begin ruining that tight little ass...Frank had now reached home and searched room after room with no sign of Darlene. The phone had nothing but blinking lights counting off all his useless calls. Her cell phone was gone but her shoes, her purse and car were all at home. He could find no sign of the tee shirt she wore last night and her eyeshades and earplugs were not in the bed or at bedside. What had. They were home at three fifteen.Kim and Nick were to call their Mom every day as soon as they were in the house with the doors locked.Nick was good to Kim and she adored her big brother, they helped each other get dressed in the morning.Then after getting home a few minutes after 3:00 they changed from school clothes to shorts and Tee's in the same room.The next nearly three and a half hours they did homework, watched TV, read and did a few house chores.The house was an old three bedroom, one. I seem to be the only one who’s uncomfortable, though. Of course, I’m the only one who’s naked. I’m the one who’ll go to jail if the cops come down here to arrest the naked lady.I wasn’t given much to put on when my master finally permits me to get dressed. And I’m surprised by how exciting it is to be naked, especially when I’m the only one exposed this way. But when Glenn finally nodded I took my time getting dressed. I stepped into my bikini bottoms and slowly pulled them up, snugging them.