“Stupid girl.”She placed my head on her pillow, stretched my body, and spread my arms. I felt her get up and heard her look for something in her d...rawers.Her words were making me confused again. It hurt a bit to be called stupid, even if I knew I wasn’t, not really. Still, I was worth something now that I was hers. That was good, right?I felt her sit on my butt, heard a rubbing noise, and a second later her hands were massaging my neck and shoulders, making me groan as she worked a. Ronnie gave her a kiss, and whispered, "Sleep tightsweetheart. Everything will be better in the morning."Ronnie then went to the kitchen, made a fresh cup of tea, and satthinking about Beth. And, trying to figure out why she had reacted theway she had. The phone rang, and it was late. Ronnie checked the callerID, and the call was from Mark and Sara Braverman."Hello." ... "Hi Mark." ... "No. Not good at all. I couldn't believeBeth. She really attacked both of us." . ... "Jaimie, she's asleep.". I could feel his erratic panting in my ear; it made me feel wet. The first guy pushed forward and I felt his hard black cock splitting me in two.A third guy positioned at my side, sliding his hard dick into my mouth…I tried to moan but all I could do was let out muffled squeaks as I was fucked wildly. In my ass, the big cock moved in and out each thrust going in balls deep. In my pussy, it felt the best, because it was thicker and my little snatch could not swallow it all. That did not seem to. This was the price for my brief flight, the consequence for drinking deeply of passion, the fruit souring in my stomach. Unable to withstand another blast of winter, I fled seeking solace for my weary, weather beaten heart. He was a tower, always there, never yielding, waiting and ready to shelter me. A gentle knock would grant me entry and safety. I took my place in his chamber. There was a comfort in the simplicity of his love. No mystery to be solved, all laid open and exposed. I relished.