She was just lying there, panting and possibly about to cry. The crocodile clips had torn into her nipples and there was blood on her breasts.Grabbing...her roughly by the hair, Peter dragged Lois into a standing position in front of the full length mirror in their bedroom. She could see that the blood from her damaged cunt had tricked down her inside leg and had been smudged by Peter’s energetic fucking. The bleeding from her nipples had smeared her breasts.?Now that’s what you get for not. I should’ve known better that she was fair game once I didn’t show up and they saw how hot she was! Once they started drinking and getting stoned one of them was bound to hit on her!As we sat on the porch and our other friend Steve (also white) joined us they started telling me the details. All five guys in the house were with Rachel in the living room, my three buddies and two other guys that were there for the weekend that were friends of Marcus and were black! With Rachel were two other. It was a most trivial encounter. The kind I’d usually forget about as soon as it happened. You certainly couldn’t say that we ‘met’ in any meaningful way. But there was something about her look - that fleeting smile. I thought about her the rest of the night. I just couldn’t shake her. I wondered what the hell was wrong with me. Here I was, obsessing over some girl, at least 15 years younger than me, who I’d not only never met, but had only laid eyes on once for a few seconds. I went back to my. " Borland knows that as long as she's on the line there's no risk that she'll be 'forgotten'. She smiles. Her oblique implied threat that Mr Bryant might be taken to a local police station for questioning seems to have helped the secretary make arrangements. A moment later, she is back on the line."Mr Bryant will be pleased to make room for you in his diary any time today. He has a Clinical Governance Meeting at 4 this afternoon, which he really has to attend but apart from that, he will be.