"What the fuck?" Stepping outside and walking down some steps, you look around and see no trace of anybody as a few cars drive past your house. Lookin... at your house it’s just a small simple one-story house, near where you work. You have neighbors on both sides though you really don’t know them that well. On the north side you got a serious Packers fan as almost everything in his yard has some reference to green bay, He about mid-40s average height, short brown hair and a beer gut, but nice. He soothed her as calmly as he could. "Shhhh ... it's alright, my love. We'll get through this. And I promise you, that bastard will pay ... one way or the other ... he'll pay for what he did to you!"As the detectives walked back to their car, Jerry Olson, the older one at 45, who hadn't said anything, finally spoke up."I really feel sorry for them. I have a sister who had a tendency to dally with men because she couldn't find the right man to love. She finally did and, luckily, nothing like. She'd managed to get though high school with her 'reputation' still in tact. She'd also gotten through 3 years of college with no problems. It was during her Junior year of college that things began to happen that would change her life forever.The pain still hurt from her college memories, of the teasing she suffered when girls in the shower had walked in on her when she thought she'd been alone. Tears streamed down her face when she recalled the names they'd all called her that day. "Freak". Lexie liked that and found it useful when she was giving me a blow job. Hint to the men, women don’t like picking hair out of their teeth any more than we do. Jenna looked pleased. I was relieved. She had this look of desire and lust in her eyes. She licked her lips and looked up at me. ‘Very nice! I love a man who grooms properly. Now let’s see if this cock of yours taste as good as it looks.’ She didn’t wait another second before grabbing my cock with her right hand and holding it steady.