Jacob appears with a friend

"Jenny!" a familiar voice calls, and your objections slide into a squeal of delight. It cuts off abruptly when you realize Jacob isn't alone.

"Jacob, uh, who's this?" you ask, trying to keep your disappointment from your voice as you take in the man.

While Jacob looks to have dressed down to attempt to fit into the neighborhood this man looks as if he belongs. As tall and built as Jacob his face isn't anywhere near as handsome. In fact, he has an intimidating air of barely contained **** that makes you gulp, especially as his eyes rake you up and down.

"This is Rob," Jacob says, clapping the man on the shoulder before giving you a hug, one large hand clasping one petite buttock, giving it a hard squeeze. "Missed this ass," he says, pulling away to go over to the ticket seller. Jacob never was one for mushy greetings.

"I see why," Rob says, and before you can do anything he too is hugging you, both hands crushing your buttocks while his thick tongue pours itself into your startled mouth.

"Add another order to everything she bought," Jacob tells the vendor, facing away from his friend's grossly inappropriate actions and the feeble effects of your attempts to push him off. The boys behind you snicker as Rob's hands lift your little skirt, flashing your buttocks for a moment before his fingers resume their crushing hold.

"Alright, let's go," Jacob says, turning back to you. Miraculously Rob now stands five feet away, looking up at a poster while your mouth gapes open, a line of drool hanging from it while your skirt stays stuck above your ass.

As if seeing nothing wrong he puts his arm tightly around your body, firmly grasping your upper arm.

"Sounds good," Rob says, moving up behind you. "I've been wanting to see this on the screen. The pussy censors hacked out the best material."