I was surprised as to who was inside the house with the main door locked.If it was some sales guy, the door must be open. My mind raced and smelt some...thing fishy. I left the main door and went around my house compound. We had a single-storied house with 2 bedrooms. I passed into my and brother’s room. It was empty, and so was the kitchen.I then noticed the curtains were drawn in my parents’ room. I got curious. Was dad back? No. They were definitely not dad’s slippers. I walked to the window,. Marie started in with the blow dryer and brush on me. She worked all around me. Trying not to disturb Joanie. My hair really hadn't taken to much shape when Joanie began packing up her stuff. "Don't let your nails touch anything for about ten minutes." She smiled. Then Marcie began working in earnest on my hair. She brushed, blow dried and brushed some more. ome times she would draw some up and brush it backward. Standing in front of me, she finished off with a comb and some hair spray. That. Anyway, me and Al got to the motel. He went in and got us a room for a couple of hours, and then I drove around and parked by the door.As soon as the door was closed behind us he was all over me, rough and crude and forceful, with more than a smidgen of cruelness thrown in.I was in front of him, walking towards the big double bed, about to launch into my explanation of what I wanted from him. He wasn't about to wait for anything though. His big arms wrapped around me, hauling me suddenly back. The picture of the two men ‘spitting’ her between them made her gasp and put the book down again. A few minutes later she was back and looking at more of the pictures until she came across one where the woman had one man below her as she rode him, and another man was up and behind her with his cock shoved deep in her ass. That had been too much. Molly stood up and marched over to the trash can and threw that filth away.Yet when Arthur got home that night, dinner was late, because Molly had.