As soon as Martus returned, Rolly said, "Good, let's get started. I haven't had any pussy in weeks." No don't! Please! I'm a burner. You don't want to...touch me." Shut up bitch! I don't believe that 'burner' bullshit, and even if burners existed anyone would say that just to save themself." Martus, hold her arms while I gag the bitch, I don't like having them scream in my ears."Martus grabbed the arms of the struggling woman and gave Rolly an opportunity to get behind him.Rolly pulled the sap. I started lusting for my pretty sister, with her page boy haircut and her lovely, perky breasts and long, dancer's legs."I heard you, Geena, so don't tell me I didn't. What are you crying for. Not that asshole of a father we had." You thought he was an asshole, too, Hanna? I thought I was the only one. No, I wasn't crying for him. I was crying for joy. Really, I hated him and I am just crying with happiness that he died so young." Tell me about it, Geena."So, she told me how when she became. Cindys head rose from the floor and she looked at her husband. Hmmm, three guys have had me already. You have four friends here… which one am I missing? She glanced around the room and gasped once her blue eyes found Tyrone. Tyrone gasped as well – due to the lust-ridden eyes which Cindy intently stared at him with. Was a beautiful white woman actually hot for him? What do you think about white pussy? Cindy squealed as she rose to her knees. She started moving toward Tyrone, a sexy smile on her. He should've taken the lift. A bit exhausted he reaches the target floor. Immediately he notices weird souncs coming from further down the corridor. Rhythmic bumps, a muffled voice? Two voices? It's really hard to tell... With one heavy bag of luggage in each hand he hurries along the hallway towards the source of the commotion. Room 4.69. Standing right in front of the door he thinks he can even perceive muffled screams mixed with slapping and bumping. Is someone being beaten up in there??.