I don't give a shit what y'all do...' Johnny zipped up his pants and started to walk away as I looked at him incredibly. Panicking I called out '...JO...HNNY???...' Johnny stopped and looked at the two guys and said '...oh yeah, you may have to slap that Bitch a couple of times to get him to act right. Believe you me, you'll enjoy it...' One of the two men quickly snatched me up by my collar and slapped me across the face and asked '...you gonna give us trouble...' I fell to my knees crying now. He was one of those she brushed against.He was standing there, minding his own business when he felt someone pushing against his back.Turning around and wanting to give the person a piece of his mind, he realized it was a young lady of about 20, with her hair in a ponytail and a figure-hugging maroon dress waltzing past him.He looked at her with lust. The short skirt that barely covers her panty. The luscious lips. The boobs that looked just nice for her shape. The bulge in his pants begin to. She did not talk about what had happened that night. She acted like she had not Let Khan fuck her or had actually been fucking him back in front of me. I couldn't get it out of my mind. At night as I lay there beside her all I could think of was watching her fucking Khan. I could still see her spread out willingly in front him, being mounted. It excited me and I wanted more of it.A few nights later in which we once did not have sex, the first time that ever happened, I pulled her towards me as. That grin. I think I know who it's for.Made a good start to the day. I suggested her breakfast order, then let her sample different items from my plate."This is American breakfast? Again?" The biscuit and gravy is a Southern thing. French toast? I learned in a Cajun kitchen..." Cajun?" she asked."We'll talk. They're a sub-culture in Louisiana." Oh." It's not all bad." I smiled.She smiled in return. "And bacon and eggs and sausage?" A plot to keep America fat."She giggled."This is from when men.