Girls at one school learned what happened to us but couldn’t do anything that would get them in the spotlight. We’ve had them offer us money, but ...e refused because we both want to earn our way.”“The girls, and women at the one school, have given us clean panties, sports bras, toiletries, and monthly visitor essentials,” Mandi said after coming back into the room. “The manager at your restaurant knows we have some issues going on, but as long as we show up to work on time, he doesn’t say. They’re playing Coming To America, along with other Black romance movies, in honor of Valentine’s Day. I get so absorbed into the movie that I don’t hear the door open. A loud, masculine voice utters a greeting and snaps me out of my movie-induced reverie. I turn around, to see my boyfriend Jean-Francois. He’s standing there, all six feet two inches and two hundred and ten pounds of him. A fine-looking brother in a dark gray suit, blue silk shirt and tie. In his right hand he holds a bouquet of. At the end of it, I fell forward on him, exhaused from the ride and the explosion. He was so good to me, tender even. He ran his fingers over my hips and up my back. He kissed my neck and whispered the sweetest things in my ear. I rolled off of him and onto the bed, tingling head to toe. Patrick wasn’t done though. He was just getting started. He moved over me, spreading my legs, moaning a bit at the sight of my already stretched pussy and the glistening of my cum. On his knees he pulled me. .. a REAL nap ... without any females in my bed.At least, there weren't any females in my bed when I WENT to sleep. I woke up just before noon to find Whitney and Nora in the Master Bedroom's sitting area, carrying on a quiet conversation. Whitney seemed especially perky when I awoke, and she explained that she'd done like Jocelyn and broken up with her boyfriend. I wasn't entirely sure how I felt about these girls summarily dismissing the guys they'd been dating just to be my sex toy, but.