She was wearing a very sexy bustier – one that highlighted her curves, but also exposed her tits, ass and pussy. She also had on thigh-high six-inc... stiletto boots. And, she did not look happy.?Carol, we need to talk,? Joy said when she spotted Carol in the front entryway. ?Let’s go into the kitchen and have a cup of java and I will explain some changes that just occurred in this house.? As Joy was brewing a new pot of coffee, Carol ran upstairs to relieve her bladder and change into her. " I don't feel like I'm in control of what I'm saying. At the same time I'm sitting here telling this rapist to come back and fuck me. I'm trying to will myself, crying out, wanting, begging myself to fight and make him leave. None of those words make it through, just the words telling him to come screw me are making it through. I fall into the bed and pass out again. I wake up to his cock penetrating my pussy. He's thrusting into me. Before he can finish I start to regain control of my body. I need you to come pick me up," she said, sounding as nervous and quiet as a scared mouse."Why can't you just hail a cab or take the bus since your car isn't there?" I said."That's the problem. See, the guy is this really tough black guy and... well, he lives in South Central," she said.My nerves jumped to attention. Here was this rich, famous white girl stuck in the middle of South Central. Man dad, you sure picked the smartest talent didn't you?"I can get out of the apartment no problem but I. Lucy looked up in shock and could see the same look on her mother face. It seemed as if time stopped for a few seconds as both her mother and Dora stared at each other. Finally, she saw her mother look down and start to get up. “Of course, I’ll get it It’s closer to me anyway,” Jean said. Getting up to Lucy dismay and started toward the sink.“While you’re up, drop that gown you white piece of trash,” Dora commanded.Lucy watched in horror as her mother froze in her tracks. She just stood there.