He whispered “Trev, wha-was that you?” Shit. I was caught. My life was over. Fuck. I held my breathe for what felt like an hour. But the next thin... I felt wasn’t the cover being thrown off and the light turning on. It was him, shifting closer to me and putting his strong hand on my bicep. “Hey, its ok” he whispered in my ear. And he pressed his hips against my butt.I turned by head to face him and I was met with a gentle kiss. This was amazing. I had so many questions but knew that they could. With that out of my way, I fell asleep.With a solid four hours of sleep under my belt and a moderate hangoverbuzzing in my skull, I made it to the store not ten minutes after theyopened.This time I made sure to pick a half dozen items -- the maximum allowed inthe dressing room at one time. I didn't know if my actions had any effect onwhat happened at the other end of the tunnel, but I wanted to have an excusefor spending plenty of time in the dressing room. Once inside, I plunged intothe tunnel. Beth was beside herself, throwing her long blonde hair from side to side as she took him all the way. She was crying again, but she was now begging him to hurt her. "Yes! Give it all to me. Hurt me with that big black cock!" She screamed over and over. She was throwing herself back at him until her voice turned into a tormented gurgle. "Now watch me make your white wife come all over my black cock," Derrick said as he slapped her ass. Beth was shocked at his words and looked over at me, "I. Marcella, a naturally tanned beauty, smiled and looked to Rosangela and greeted with her accent, ‘Buongiorno, Rosangela.’ Her light brown eyes peered down at the Victor Hardway novel in her hands. Rosangela stepped behind the counter and hung up her coat. Marcella looked to Rosangela then back to the book and again back to Rosangela. She stepped up to her co-worker eyeing the similarities between the woman on the cover and Rosangela. Al stepped around the corner and greeted with a smiled,.