I thought for a moment he had decided to just slam the door in my face when I heard a voice from another room call out, “Marcus, who is it?” I kn...w the voice and immediately knew I had showed up at the right house. I just had no clue as to whether it was a good time. By all indications, it was not.“It’s that skinny assed white boy from the other night.” Marcus did not turn his head to look back to the woman he was talking to. He was just standing there, immovable in the open door, glaring. .with the new whip I bought before she came to see me...she would scream and I would whip her one more time telling her to be quiet...when she got to the edge of the bed she stopped and I pushed her onto the bed hard...telling her to be quiet once again as I quickly handcuffed her legs and hands to either side of the bed and I quickly shoved a 8 inch dildo in her ass and a 6 inch vibrator into her pussy and turned it on low. She squirmed but kept her orders and remained quiet...as she squirmed. Aweathered sign warned, "Caution: Area Subject to Flash Floods." Rosesmiled. There wasn't much danger of that on a day like this. The skywas as clear as the sun was bright. It was so hot that she felt as ifshe were in an immense oven, slowly baking. Her Mustang's air-conditioning couldn't compete with the heat of the midday desert. Rosedidn't mind, though. She liked the heat, and, inside her car, shedidn't have to fear skin damage from the penetrating rays of the sun.The road rose. They talked late into the night and when they realized how late it was they asked her to spend the night which she gladly accepted. After this she became a frequent visitor to their place and the girls even made up one of the rooms and it became her ‘second bedroom’ of sorts. They were careful on how they treated her and when she realized this, she knew she was loved. She didn’t exactly have a childhood because she was sent to a boarding school in Europe at an early age and the only people she.