“Yes. Oh God yes. I’m dying.” Sloane gasped.“You want to cum bad, don’t you?”“Yes. Oh fuck yes. Please. Please can I cum? Please. Please...make me cum.” Sloane begged.Sloane felt Jack’s hand slide under her arm pit and then lift her off the ground. She was picked up off her feet and tossed through the air onto the soft mattress of the bed. She let out a loud grunt as the butt plug was driven deeper into her ass upon landing.“Come here!” Jack said in a loud demanding voice. It was distant though. A deep green almond-shaped eye stared widely at him from half of a pale face. It was her… he’d know that eye anywhere… it blinked at him nervously. He took a deep breath. ‘I’m sorry if I frightened you… but you scared me first. I could hear you screaming… or someone screaming. Was that you?’ he asked, suddenly feeling foolish that he’d automatically assumed it was her when she had two other roommates. He could see she was nodding her head, then she spoke softly with no trace of an accent. ‘I’m. ‘Yeah. I understand, but…’ How to tell him? Her gaze strayed to the rolling waves surging up onto the sand, leaving sparkling white foam in their wake. She felt him tense, making her nibble her lower lip in unease. ‘But?’ he growled. ‘I want to have my own little place for a while.’ When he remained silent, she dared turn her gaze to peek at him again. His face was a mask of stone, only his eyes blazed scarily. Slowly he nodded. ‘I don’t like it, but if that’s what you want—’ She didn’t let him. No kidding, that was the first time I heard anything about it and she’s refusing to tell me anymore. Seriously sis, there is something seriously fucked up here.“You are, you’re seriously worried ain’tcha”“Too right, She ain’t being normal, I mean she wouldn’t even pull over so I could grab a McDoggles, I had to threaten to piss in her handbag to get her to stop. You know me, I don’t normally worry about much, especially where ‘Chelle is concerned, but ... I just don’t know what the fucks going.