“That a threat or a promise?” “Hey Lawrence, whadda you say we butt-fuck these bitches?” “Well?” Jennifer snarled into Lawrence’s swea...ing face. “Are you? Gonna fuck Kimsy-wimsy’s tight little untried butthole? Stud?” Moments later Jennifer’s tits squashed into cold marble, as Trent bent her over the island. Kimmie was shoved down beside her and from their handlers’ grunts of machismo, she knew they were both in trouble. “Gonna be a tight fit,” Trent snarled. “Tell me about it.” Lawrence. I felt nothing.When it became obvious this man wasn't returning, I got back on my feet. I stood in the silence of that room hoping, wanting, almost praying that someone else was close by. I moved, finding a wet and sticky patch on the floor, presumably where my previous companion had ejaculated. I waited for what felt like hours but nothing happened.Assuming I had been left alone I found my way back to the corridor. Thankfully my eyes had adjusted to the dark and I could just make out where. He was never afraid, just in awe of nature’s might, and this storm looked to be a good one. Lighting a second cigarette from the stub of the first, a habit he despised, Nick turned from the window and went through to the little kitchen to make a coffee. He would sit on the wide window ledge and drink it while watching the storm. By the time he returned to the front of the cottage with his coffee the storm had moved much closer, the lightning brighter and thunder louder. Looking up the road. Jeff's father left Hope and moved in with his bimbo secretary. It was an old story, but no one had seen it coming. Hope had always thought she'd had a happy marriage, that her husband was satisfied and content. Amazing what a pair of nineteen-year old tits can do for a man, huh?What also happened is that I broke up with a girl that I'd been dating for about six months in a futile attempt to get Hope out of my soul. Erin dumped me for a better-looking jock, crushing me. And Jeff started dating.