"No, that's ok," I said, "if you don't want me to sell them, I'll won't." Oh, thank you," she hugged me, "now is there anything I can do for you in re...turn?" she said with a sexy smile."No, that's ok," I said, "just as long as you're happy," I smiled back.What I really wanted was her on her back, naked, with her legs open, but that's another story."Is there nothing I can do for you?" she asked provocatively."No, not right now," I said, wishing she wasn't my brother's girlfriend."Ok, some other. Then I asked her why did u locked the door, so she replied in case of emergency if any one come around then. Saying this she smiled with a different gesture and she went to her bed and laid there facing the ceiling. She picked up a book and pretended to read. I went to bed and sat on her left. I caught her book and pulled it but she was hiding her face under it. I pulled it and put it aside and by now I had put my left leg between her two legs. She was wearing a pajama and a shirt the material. But then she composed herself and stepped past him, careful not to touch him, and walked proud and tall into the cluttered living room.Samuels, licking his rubbery lips, followed her and said, "Sit down on the sofa there, Mrs. Reagan. In front of the coffee table there." He laughed obscenely. "As you can see, I've set out a few photos from my album for you to look at. And you're in them. You and your husband, Jack. I know you'll be interested in seeing them again, even if you have seen them. “You fucking are like that…you fucking whore!” The black guy grunted as he forced me onto the bed. “Stop it...that hurts.” I whimpered as he twisted my wrist. “Get her knickers off somebody!” He shouted to the others as Dean rolled off the bed. Sensing the danger I tried to kick a pasty faced lad, who was trying to pull my panties down, but he jumped back only to be replaced by another who took hold of my left ankle. Another joined him but I kicked him in the stomach with my sharp heel. .