Vanetta, high and delirious from the sensory overload, pulled on Bobby till he was on the seat beside her and fixed her mouth on his cock, sucking it ...ack to life. He gave her what she craved - a mouthful of hot spunk - which she greedily swallowed.They both sprawled on the bench, Robert's arms around Vanetta, and so spent from their physical love that they both dozed off.A sharp rap on the window caused them both to wake up in a panic. Robert did up his jeans while Vanetta looked for her. We get up to the room and Muscles turns to me."I wanna ask you something, Murray," she says, slurring only slightly."Sure," I say. Shit, she's drunk. I hope she's not gonna get maudlin on me. A mean drunk you can beat the crap out of, but a crying drunk is just pathetic."Do you think I'm sexy?" she asks, looking at me, almost fearful to hear the answer.That one is easy."Christ, yes," I tell her. "I always have."Muscles kisses me. Not her tough, take control, 'guy' kiss, but a soft, almost. His eyes took in my appearance quickly, and he simply reached out and dragged me inside. As soon as the door slammed behind me, I dissolved into a weeping mess. Paul simply wrapped his arms around me and let me cry it out. When my body stopped shaking, he pulled away and looked me in the eyes."Ok, now that that's done, what the hell happened and how can I help," he asked while his hands slowly slid up and down my arms in a comforting manner."I...It's Devon. Heee... He tried to rape me. I hit. "No, No please" she replied as she tried to push me off her. I managed to grab her arms and pin them to the bed as I inched down to her closer. "You like this don't you you fuckin' whore?' I said to her "You like me fuckin' your fuckin' cunt don't you whore?" I added too. She didn't answer as she knew it was totally useless to try and deny it. After another minute or two she started to relax and as I continued to fuck her, she now began to moan with pleasure as I fucked her cunt hard and fast..