Well.... he is.

"Fuck that was fun!" he laughed, slapping Sally's ass as he pulled out of her. "That's a great little act, sweetheart, crying and begging and screaming ****. Fuck that was good. I'll be back for more of you." Zipping up his pants he strode out the door leaving her sprawled on the bed and sobbing.

"How could you let him do that!" Sally wailed furiously at Sandra. "You just fucking stood there and watched him **** me and got off on it! I thought you were my friend you fucking bitch!"

Sandra looked confused, a frown creasing her pretty face.

"Your bracelet and necklace were green!" she said. "They were green!"

"So fucking what!" Sally wailed. "So what if they were fucking purple! He fucking **** me! He **** me and you just stood there!"

"But... but... you were available..." Sandra stutters, obviously confused. "They were green... and you were available..."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Sally screamed, getting to her feet and scraping the cream out of herself with her fingers.

"Didn't they... they explain?"

"Explain what you stupid bitch?" Sally thought she was going mad, first from the **** and then from Sandra's evident stupidity. She glared at the brunette, struggling for words when her attention was distracted.

Two men stood in the door, with at least one more behind them. They looked at Sally like hungry wolves might stare at a wounded deer.

"He wasn't lying," one of them growls, stepping into the room. "She's a ripe looking bitch too."

"And she likes it rough, Pete says," the other adds with a cruel grin. "This should be fucking fun."

Sally stared in shock as the two of them prowled towards her, while two more came into the room behind them.