I now was on a mission and eager to continue setting up my girlfriend/future wife Monique with more erotic sex from Sergio. So I asked him to come ove... and party with us and I didn't have to ask twice. We all drank a bit much and Sergio passed out in our bedroom, you know the one I brought my girlfriends black co-worker in to have at my girlfriend while she laid there naked and vulnerable. That night was a screaming success as he banged her good and she didn't fight it! So we crashed out on. I just tripped on this ottoman." You alright? Didn't hurt yourself, did you?" The voice asked worriedly."No. Josh caught me."The voice chuckled. "Ok, baby. Get some sleep. I'll remember to throw away the goddamn ottoman tomorrow."We both listened intently as the door closed again. Lizzie exhaled and removed her hand. "Keep it down."I rubbed my maltreated lips. She saw this and smiled apologetically at me. "Sorry."I massaged until the throbbing went away. "What do you mean, 'rape'?" You know. You're moaning faintly, but keep opening up though, as I'm gliding my way down into you. Pull back, push in gently again, and there, boy, you have it all inside now. It's warm, moist and tight in there, and feels like paradise. I know it feels much tougher for you than it did before in your mouth. I mean, you're really having it down your guts now. You're totally overwhelmed, you're whining, you're on the verge of tears again. I'll slip a pillow behind your head so that you're more. "Bitch," he complained, rolling onto her and pushing himself back in."Asshole," she replied, squirming under him. She zipped the bag back up and raised her knees against it. As he began to pump, she again let her mind wander.He did indeed dream again:He stands in the familiar to him high school corridor, his shoulder against a locker, his back against a cement block wall. A guy is standing in front of him, so close he can smell the guy's cigarette soured breath, smell the spice of his.