To ... hide. She crept slowly to her closet. A few slight creaks on the old floorboards made her wince and hold her breath.She slipped into the closet... and closed the door. Just as she arranged the clothing in front of her, she heard the sound of measured footsteps on the stairs. They were not Boris's, and yet they seemed somehow familiar.Panic erased all further thought from her head.Valery was amazed at his luck. Besides being invited to the premises earlier in the evening, Boris had also. Bud replaced him and his meaty hands pinned my head to the shed wall and he began fucking me in the mouth, going a half-inch deeper with each thrust. Ted replaced him and did the same. They repeated that cycle one time while Janelle told me to just hold still and let the horny dogs do what they gotta do. Theyre going to do it anyway so you might as well just let them. I resigned myself to my fate. I was accustomed to deep-throating cock because I had done it many times with Carl, but these were. She put her hands on the back of my neck and pulled me down for a long kiss.“That didn’t work out so very well back then, did it?” she murmured softly. “You and Stephie connected pretty darn well, and we ended up like ... like the three musketeers, huh?”Well, not really. The three of us had been involved sexually for two of the three weeks I’d spent with Mercedes back then—wild, steamy sex that went on virtually all day, every day. I didn’t remember Alexander Dumas ever having the musketeers. I mean, he’s a smart boy, and eager to please, and he knew he was supposed to be thrusting in that position. I just don’t think he had any idea what the object really was. He thrust, poked, and jabbed everywhere. A few times, he got the tip in me, including a couple of surprise jabs in the ass. But he never drove it home, he just kept poking around randomly, and eventually hopping off. I tried to guide him, but still, no luck. I was sweaty and frustrated and decided to call it quits before I.