"It's not rape if you're a slut, Douglas." I'm not a slut," I protested, though I felt my face growing hot."Not yet. But that tramp who used to live t...ere was. Of that, I'm quitesure." Kara is a nice person," I countered."I never said she wasn't nice, Doug. I'm sure all the guys who stuck theirdicks in her thought she was extremely nice." Shut up. Kara isn't ... wasn't ..." It's okay," the person currently being discussed said from the open doorof the bedroom. "I'm perfectly capable of. That’s it??? Take it all the way down your throat.? Darlene peeked around the corner. It was the pregnant white woman sucking on Chet’s big black cock. Darlene said she stood there watching until Chet shot his load inside the woman’s mouth. Darlene saw her stand up than walk toward her car parked along side the motel and leave. Darlene tripped over a board or something. ?Alright now. I hear you in there. Come on out where I can see you.? Chet said. Darlene came out into the moon light where. It was more difficult because of a giant oak right where the central living room should be. I finally drew around it and left the tree where it was. I figured that I would rather have the tree and spend a little more to have the addition to be two floors and have balcony walkways with a central sitting room and an outdoor atrium. As a result, the drawings really came out nice.Next up were the details. I got all the measurements that I had taken out there over the last month and began. I kept. When I pull back, Bella is clearly shocked. Probably as much by the kiss as by her accepting it. I would have loved to taste her tongue. But I should count my blessings. She might have just slapped me in the face.As the evening progresses, it’s getting harder to invent small talk. Damn, is she going to defy my wishes? So far, there has been no initiative from her regarding the request I made during the beginning of the evening of finding a way to make me have a good time.Bella: It’s getting.