If anything, the second man was even more violent than the first one. With each thrust he withdrew his cock completely and then slammed it back into m... pussy, causing me to scream in agony. My pussy lips were sore from the persistent onslaught and my vagina felt raw. "Leave something for the rest of us," one man shouted as he heard me scream.If the second man made me suffer like this already, how would I feel after the two teams were through with me? "You wanted it rough, didn't you?" I told. Then, I got an idea. Casually, I walked past her heading for the front door. "Bye, Miracle. I\\\'m going to play basketball with some friends." I said. "Mhm," she said absentmindedly, waving her hand for me to go away. With that I closed the front door, after I was outside. Walking around to the back of the house, I crept in the back door -- luckily it was open. Hoping I was unheard, I tiptoed down the hall and up the steps to my room. Picking up my cell phone, I cleared my throat. I dialed. I got her a soda from the fridge and we sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Saturday Night Live was on and she said she asked if she could watch it while she sobered up. I said sure although I was wishing she would leave so I could catch up with my roommate in the bars, I said sure. Pretty soon we were both laughing hysterically at a skit. Sensing a moment I casually put my hand on her leg. When I gripped her shapely thigh she immediately looked at me and perhaps thought about what I. She's a nice a lady but we don't have much in common and I think she's still sprung over her baby daddy. At most I'd be down to be her fuck buddy, sadly I don't think she DTF as much as I am. I think she just tolerates my flirting and gives the nice guy at work a little leeway instead of slapping me across the face. If she was into me I think we'd be making out in the dry storage or sneaking of the employee restrooms for fun. Anyways last night was tough night of work and as soon as I got.