Rose!”A shadow detached from the doorway leading into June’s little room. The Rose of Versail stood there, holding a rose in his white gloved fing...rs, his mask clasped tight around his face. He was gently rolling the rose from side to side as his eyes regarded it. He chuckled, and I could tell he was smirking at me. “I am in as well, my Unconquered.”“Gods, how the hell did you get in here?” June asked, then held up her hand. “Forget I asked. You know, Agates are supposed to be the fucking. With each thrust into vagina I"m trying to reach the bottom of her throat, I'm thrusting so hard the pictures on the wall are shaking, the bed is creaking, and the microwave in the room has almost slid off the counter. She is moaning and groaning, and I'm listening for the sounds of orgasm because I don't want to come before she has the big orgasm. Now my asain flower doesn't like to talk much she says "just enjoy it, don't say anything" but the black men love to talk while we are dominating. Who could have done this,” Bitsy asked.“I have no idea, but the list of possibles will be long,” I suggested.“Maybe you were right. This could be a warning from our victim’s husband,” Addy said.“Who knows,” I suggested.“I vote for the kid you ran off from in front of your house the other day?” Bitsy said.“He is in jail,” I said.“Are you sure,” She continued.“He should be,” I suggested.Addie called and got his incarceration verified. “Then a friend,” Bitsy said.“Bitsy, I’m sure the local cops. I felt his hand reach over and grab my left breast which he gently squeezed.“Shouldn’t you have both your hands on the wheel mister?” I teased and rolled my eyes at him. He was always copping a feel when he could.“Why don’t you take your shorts off so I can see how hot you look in that bikini,” he asked while darting his eyes back and forth between me and the highway. I smirked back and thought to myself, okay, I have an idea that will make him want to ditch the guys today. I decided to oblige.