The only thing it did was wedge her in between the refrigerator and the table. She reached up to the top of the table and tried to get up but she was ...nly able to flip herself over. At least she was on her back instead of on all fours so that was an improvement.Bruno stepped over her, still gyrating his hips which continued to push her forward along the floor. Each stroke also forced her further under the table. The table leg now pushed into her shoulder with Bruno still on top of her. Reaching. She grabs my cock which by now is hard from excitement and laughs..."You still have this little thing, huh? A REAL girl would have gotten rid of it by now... you were never good with it anyway..."I start to blush but she just laughs and calls her boyfriend over and tells him to sit down..."So you really think you are a girl, huh? Let's see how much of a girl you are? Suck his dick, just like I used to suck yours, little faggot! Do a good job and I'll make sure he fucks you too, bitch!"I look at. Her hand mauled my breasts, then returned to my pussy, a pair of fingers rubbing insistently along my cleft.She pushed with her fingertip, forcing the finger up into my tight pink box, wriggling and pushing it up to the knuckle as her tongue slurped in and out of my mouth."I bet you've drunk enough cum to float an ocean liner." she moaned. She pushed down on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees, then pulled my head into her crotch. A simple pull of the string around her waist and her bikini. “So, it’s just you living here?”, she asked me. “Yes”, I replied, “so it’s always nice to have a flatmate for some company”. She laughed and shook her hair, which only served to cast me further under her spell.“If I take the room”, she asked, “my father would be paying for it. He would transfer the money to you each month. That’s not a problem is it?”. “No, not at all”, I responded, perhaps a little too eagerly.“Do you have anyone else to see?”, she asked with a small smile. “Err…no”, I.