“Hello yes… is this cadet lieutenant Tyler Morse?” He’s sit up in his bed knocking most of the blankets off “its cadet captain Morse now, bu... yes this is him”. The soft woman’s voice spoke again “my name is Corporal Jenkins of the Whitesville police...we have um…your brother here sir he said he is a cadet at the academy?” he moved to sit on the edge of his bed “my brother?” “Yes sir your brother max?”He thought for a moment “oh yeah…my brother, I’ll be right down”. With that conversation done. We were working on our homework when, rather audaciously, Sam blurted out, "Hey, Tryn. You ever wonder what belongs down there."This mere comment made me blush. I mean, we'd learned all about what a vagina was in sex-ed in, like, fourth grade. Sam had gone through one of those "Sex is a big no-no" programs that was sponsored by the government, so all she'd been taught about down there by that point was pretty much where blood comes from once a month. Oh, no, I'm rambling again, aren't. “Get on the bed and let me see that hot fucking body, baby,”ordered Brute.Laurel laid on her side on the bed with her leg and back tryingto cover her nakedness. Reluctantly she slowly started to presentherself to the black man. She rolled on her back, Brute’s eyestook in her naked body and she hadn‘t even cared for men staringat her when she modeled bikinis.. Her nipples were aching andshe was embarrassed to see they had fully hardened.“Damn baby,” he grunted staring at her perfect body. “If. It was hard finding a place that was decent enough to live at paying rent on top of all my other bills. One day I saw an add for someone to help maintain keep up an outside part of a large estate owned by an older single lady. Pay was "free rent" in the basement of a large home that had been converted to an apartment. I thought that it would cut back on a number of bills for an afternoon of work. I called the number and made an appointment with the lady. On arriving at this large property, I.