Sarina is a petite woman who keeps fit. Her smooth skin and soft face are accentuated by her brown almond-shaped eyes and it’s all framed by a short...pixie-style haircut. It’s her attempt at staying young, she tells me. We were the last two in the office one evening. I was watching her walk back to her desk since I’m often distracted by her firm ass when I asked, “Are you leaving soon?” “My car is in the shop so my daughter will be picking me up once she gets off work.” She replied. “I wish I’d. The sounds of their passion echoed through the house as I left, happy with the results, and the check. Ninety thousand, a little cheaper than normal, but it was a pretty simple job.I turned my phone back on, not really surprised to see it full of message after message. Mom, Chelsea, Maddy, Claire, Anne, Kelsie, even Justine. I’m sure they were interesting messages, but I deleted them all and called my mother.“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN‽ Everyone’s been looking for you.”“I was working,. I moaned loudly as he bit, feeling a sharp pain run through my chest. He stopped and then looked me right in the eyes. I just stood there helpless. He put one hand on the back of my head and kissed me roughly. He pushed his entire weight against me, I couldn't move against the wall. My hands fell down and instinctively began unbuttoning his pants. I pulled them down and began to stroke his cock. After a few strokes he was rock hard. Roughly, he gripped my hair and pulled my head down to his. I finally lost my temper and slammed the heel of my hand into the wall next to the door leaving a small hole. Cheap housing. “Fine! Tell me something to make me understand why,” I yelled. “Tell me why, off all the people you could’ve screwed around with and in all the places, you picked my roommate, in my apartment? Tell me you were really hammered. Tell me he forced you. Tell me you were mad at me and wanted to hurt me. Make me understand, Jen.” “No…none of that,” she whimpered through sobs..