He began pumping into my ass a little harder, then a little harder and was squeezing my tits firmly and biting my neck. "You fucking dirty little who...e...I'm gonna be coming over here a lot more to fuck you. You got that?" Yeah! Fuck me whenever you want baby! I .love being a fucking whore!" I said, my breaths were skipping and I started to convulse as I was frantically rubbing my clit and fingering my cunt and I felt myself starting to cum. I was yelling and couldn't even speak. "Fuck. Two men had broken out of jail in New Jersey and had made their way to Florida. The FBI had discovered their hiding place while checking on another person they were interested in.The building they were in was an abandoned warehouse where utilities had been turned on somehow, and the men had set up living quarters for people on the run. They were charging a lot of money for the privilege of staying there, and had been successful in keeping the place hidden for almost a year.There was no good way. I was getting a bit frustrated at times because I wanted to tell her how I felt. I realized I didn’t want to risk losing the friendship we had if she didn’t reciprocate. We got each other little gifts regularly. She had taken over most of my shopping, I was surprised to discover. She had just eased into my life. Then one evening it happened. She was quiet and that was very unlike her. I tried to tease her out of it but it didn’t work. I was getting worried. I suddenly saw tears streaming down. ’ The words held a little extra sting coming from Brett. She wanted so badly to go out to dinner with Bret, and to learn everything she could about him, but that French pig had attached himself to her, and Bret had seen it. ‘You two’ he had said. Bret had invited Annabeth and Michel out as a couple. Annabeth went to her room and struggled not to cry. She had almost beaten Michel up for what he had said, and he would have deserved it. He still didn’t know that she had understood his French, but.