“I can die ... over and over and over again. And live to remember it.”“Well,” Frank informed her, “Everybody does that anyway – the first ...art, not necessarily the second. They usually don’t remember. Dying can be pretty painful, after all, and usually causes serious amnesia.”“And if someone does remember their past,” Tia added, “their parents usually accuse them of lying or making up stories.”“They get punished,” Tara continued, “and then it’s no longer safe for them to remember, or talk about. Tiffany and company sure put a damper on things.I lay on the bed staring mindlessly at the ceiling. Sara and Erin were out in the main room talking and chatting like only girls can do.There was a courtesy knock on the bedroom door then Tiffany entered."Hey, Andy!" she said. "Do you want to watch a movie with us?" No, thanks!" I said without looking over.I thought she had gone so when she next spoke I jumped. "What's the matter?" She sat on the bed."Nothing." Is it about me being here?" You?. I never looked around; I could not see a giant black man creeping up the stairs behind me. As soon as I turned the key, I felt a hard push against my back. I was pushed hard to the floor inside the office. I didn’t know what was going on until I heard the door shut behind me. Then I felt a large body fall on top of me, pushing my hips against the floor. I tried to scream but my mouth was covered instantly by a rough black hand.“Not a single word, bitch…. Do you understand?”I reacted on instinct. Without missing a lick, she slid off of the couch. She was on her knees in front of me… SUCKING MY COCK! She continued to lick my cock all over, teasing it with her tongue and lips. At last she held my cock pointing right at her face. Her eyes were focused on my cock. She was becoming one with my cock. She slid the head in her mouth and began to work it in and out. With each pass she took it a little deeper. I began to feel the back of her throat with the head of my cock, but she didn’t.