The letter had said they would probably be there, so evidently they planned to come home early and not let her know. She had to talk to her mother. Sh... still didn't want to believe what she had seen and read, and she had to make sure it was true. Tears wet her eyes, making it hard to see as she raced for the apartment house.After skidding to a halt in the parking area, where she saw both her mother's and Jack's cars parked, she dashed up the stairs, fumbling for the key in her purse. Dry sobs. I got to her place a little after 9. She was pudgy in a cute way, blond hair, thicker build, decent teenage tits. She greeted me at the door and then took me to say hi to her parents as she still lived at home and didn’t want to raise suspicions about who was that guy she let in. It also helped I knew some people she went to school with so we made it sound like I was a friend from school rather than a casual hookup.We eventually made our way downstairs to the finished basement which was more of. "No!" I yelled back at him, looking him in the eyes. He looked like a mad man, about to go even crazier.SLAP!He hit me again."HUUNGH!" I cried, my eyes starting to water."Shut the hell up!" He screamed on my face."N-NO!" I screamed back with a broken voice, and I instinctively held the edge of the sink with both my hands.SLAP!“AAAAAUUGH!” I yelped. He was always hitting the same spot, the right part of my behind. It tingled and stung. I put my thighs together, feeling my intimate inner parts. She was the first female store manager for the company and she didn’t get the job by being “nice.” She may have been attractive once, but many years fighting the “old boys club” gave her a hardness that was….well, she scared the shit out of me. Laura instantly sensed something was wrong and turned to see what I was gaping at- my cock sprang from her mouth with a pop. “You can punch out for the evening, Laura.” Ms Webster said in a very controlled voice. “We’ll.