The two lovely ladies at the hotel were delightful, but of course they were doing me for the money and not because I had chatted them up as it were. C...nsequently, I had no real idea of how to go about enticing willing and attractive women into my bed. Yes, I could have tagged along with Archie and fucked as many as I wanted to of the female hangers-on he invariably seemed to attract, but that wouldn't have been me really. I was an independent bloke, not someone who hung onto his famous mate's. “You are my fuck white bitch now. I am going to pound that ass so good…”After saying this, he started to get rougher and rougher. The bastard liked humiliating me with his words. He leant on me and grabbed a hold of my hair as he pounded me so brutally. "Oh, fuck yeah, bitch… tell me you love the way I fuck you in the ass…”I only could respond with muffled moans through the gag in my mouth.I had never been fucked like this before; not even by my evil Black Master.Jake was hard as a rock and he. I had no idea what the hell he was talking about. Of course he could dump whoever he was sleeping with.But then he said it was Emily.I couldn’t process it at first. His sister? They both seemed so normal, not hillbillies or perverts. He wasn’t the type of guy who had sex with his sister. But it was weird. I wasn’t jealous. Confused, yes, but not jealous. I told him that I needed to think about it. This was something I hadn’t expected.That night I had a lot of thinking to do. I really loved. It wasn't the place that really mattered, though. It was that Ron and I were together. We did everything together. Every day he was free was a new exploration, and every night was a honeymoon.Amazingly, when Ron graduated from his class he got assigned to the school as an instructor, and we settled into semi-permanent life in The Second City, the most amazing place I have ever lived.We got two secondhand bicycles, and rode them everywhere in good weather: five miles to the Quaker Meeting House.