I was able to release your shoulders from my tight grip, as you were as much in need of my body as I was of yours. I stood and you could see my tall a...d slender frame in full. The cape only half covering my naked features, which you longed to observe. You rose, from the luxury of your bed and took my cape off my shoulders. It fell on my own swellings, until you took it, opening it further, then cast it aside. You spied my nakedness that had been sealed for many a year, since I was a mere 19. Fucking prick. I hated Marcus. I dealt with him enough throughout high school. It was senior year, and I was still dealing with him! He was one pompous asshole. Black and lean with firm, hard muscles and muscular thighs, Marcus was a multisport all-state athlete, played defensive back in football, and he was lauded for it. He liked to call himself ‘Primetime’ after some old football player by the name of Dion Sanders or somebody. Pardon my French, but it was so fucking annoying to walk around. Are you still looking for someone?"He motioned for me to have a seat at a table, then he wiped his hands off and joined me. The owner of the shop was Raj Lhamphur. He was an older man who had moved to this country from India just one year ago. He told me he was looking to hire a younger girl so the black guys hanging out on the corner would come into the shop more often and buy food. Lucky for me that day I wore a thin white blouse and no bra. My tits showed through and Raj couldn't take his. I leaned back against a huge rock, closed my eyes and listened to the flow of the water against the rocky edge.Apparently I had fallen asleep, for when I opened my eyes, the moon was no longer visible. Dark clouds had completely covered the sky. The temperature dropped so low that my breath was visible when I exhaled. It felt eerie; a gray mist seemed to have appeared from nowhere, yet it was everywhere, permeating my thin flannel shirt.My breath quickened to an alarming rate. My heart pounded,.