There I met a handsome black guy, who invited me some margaritas as we chatted.A while later I was walking around town, a little bit tipsy. I feared t...hat black guy could had slipped something into my drink. All I wanted now was to reach my hotel and go directly to the bed.I saw a back alley; thinking it could be a short cut down, I took it…This alley was not really well lit. So it was hard to see if I had taken the right short cut back to the hotel.As I was getting cold; I walked a little. ‘I’ll take that as a compliment, Nikkie.’ She said and I nodded. ‘So, what’s your real name?’ she asked and I cringed. I never liked to be called by my given name, which was usually used by my parents when I did something wrong. ‘Nicola.’ I said. ‘But, please don’t call me that.’ We giggled as if sharing a secret and she grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently, sending shivers up and down my spine. I liked her more by the minute, and although I couldn’t swear to it, I believed she liked me to.. "Your turn," I said.Josh took me and laid me down on the bed. He positioned himself between my legs and slid into me once more. He was thrusting into me so hard that my tits were bouncing uncontrollably and our skin was slapping against each others'. He plowed into me over and over again with such force I thought I would crash into his headboard. I gripped the muscles of his arms as he grunted out his raw, sexual energy. He drilled into me faster and I knew he must be getting close."Cum for me. But, when we look across the street we see lights on in Henrietta's house."Hey Henrietta," Jolene teases. "I thought you kicked that SOB out last night?" I did," Henrietta replies. "If he's there, I'm calling the cops." Fuck him," I add. "Why don't you just stay at my place and we'll worry about who's there sometime tomorrow."Henrietta agrees. However, I decide to enter through my back porch door and do a quick search just in case Gracie is in the house with the lights off. Thankfully, no one.