It was so filthy I could barely see through the glass. I tried to open it but it only went up about 8 inches. The street seemed a very long way down, ...ven if I could get the window open it was too high to jump. I was trapped – a prisoner.An hour must have passed when I heard the lock and the door opened. It was the clerk. There was a big black guy with him. They entered the room, locking the door behind them. "Ooooo-EEE! You wasn't shittin', Jose!" the black guy said, staring at me. "This some. Tears slid down Melanie’s cheeks. ‘Mel, don’t cry,’ Jason pleaded. Melanie sniffled and she wiped the tears away. ‘I’m sorry Jace, I’ve been a mess lately. Blame it on the hormones,’ Melanie murmured, laughing a little. Jason smiled at Melanie and scooted over. ‘Lay down with me,’ Jason said softly. Melanie smiled a bit and lay her head on Jason’s shoulder and when Jason’s parents came into the room with his grandparents, they found Melanie and Jason asleep together on the bed, Jason’s arms. Jason frowned. "I don't know what you're talking about." I think you do." Are you going to accuse me of something, Dad, or are we just going to spin our wheels all day?" You think I'm going to accuse you of anything?"Jason shook his head. "Stop with the games, okay? I'm too old for them now. Just come out and say what you want to say."Jason had abandoned any hope of using his father to run interference for him with his mother. He was on a short fuse now, and getting shorter every day that. I slid the new sheer white lace top stockings up my shapely feminine legs and attached them to my new extra lacy white satin garter belt and matching sheer crotchless panties. I heard Nate call out to me in a very masculine deep voice to ask if i was ready. Its then that i realised this is real. not just me fantasizing. I was dressing up like a whore to entertain a very large black man who was just behind the bathroom door. waiting to make me his lil white bitch. I was willingly giving myself.