My father wanted me to meet at the apartment so he could talk to the manager. I notified Jude and set the appointment. While I was there the ladies ...ressed like the girl next door. The manager told my father that these ladies were having loud parties late into the night. Jude told my father that she was a waitress at a bar (not a stripper). She told him it wouldn’t happen again. The manager let them stay in the apartment. A couple of days later Jude asked me if I could come over. He whispered once more into her ear and Jeanette began to cry. Her grip on the knife became slack and Malcolm seized it from her hand. Yanking back on her hair he told her she was his good little slut and threw her across the kitchen. Jeanette landed heavily on the tiled floor and sobbed. Turning his wild, drunken gaze to the hallway, Malcolm twirled the knife in his hand, making the blade glitter menacingly. His face was red and hungry, his eyes dark and wide, searching.. She obviously had no experience with sex and apparently paid little attention in sex ed class either. She said nothing, but it was pretty clear to me that she wanted someone to continue the discussion."Look, Martha, any guy that is willing to perform oral sex on you, and get you so excited that you have an orgasm, is going to get pretty excited himself. In normal circumstances, when that happens, he would push into you and have sex with you. But sometimes, like when you're fourteen and don't. Her hands flew behind her, and grabbed my hips. Unbelievably, she thrust her butt back at me and my cock shot into her butt like a rocket until my thighs slammed against her butt cheeks. Neither of us moved and after a long time, I heard her say, still through the pillow, to continue."Please, just do it now, okay?"I honestly did not want to be doing this to her and seeing her in such pain and discomfort did nothing for me from an excitement standpoint. I began to move slowly in her and realized.