I really don’t care.” Sheila turned on her heel and entered the house. I sighed and started walking home.I began walking home, in the obscenely sm...ll bikini that my former friend- my former best friend- Sheila was forcing me to wear. The last time I had made this walk, it was in flat shoes, and that took me half an hour, so I figured in heels it would probably take closer to forty-five minutes.I hadn’t even gotten out of Sheila’s neighborhood yet when some high school kids drove by and slowed. I turned around to show him my ass one more time and reached through my legs to run my soapy hand up between my ass cheeks, bending down as I did to give him a clear view. For a minute or two, all I did was run my soapy fingers up and down on my asshole.Since I knew he’d had his happy ending I decided it was a good time to rinse off. Blaise handed me a dry towel as I turned off the water.He continued to watch as I toweled off.When I was dry I wrapped the towel around my waist again, folded and. Its only 11 now. She said – OK. I am also not sleepy. Cause I had a nap in the afternoon. I said – In that way if you want we can talk but without disturbing others. She said OK.Our conversation starts and it included family details, studies, hobby, interests, friends, movies bla bla bla. After about half an hour of this conversation she asked – Do you have a girlfriend? I said – Not exactly girlfriend but many girls who are close friends. She asked in naughty voice – what kind of closeness you. I was craving cock so bad, I don't think I ever anticipated a good assfuck so much. I was also feeling dizzy and had some sort of tunnel vision because of all these straps hindering my blood circulation. The room got a little darker and the noises from the other rooms were not audible anymore. I moaned and started a silent cry with little tears welling up. I was feeling miserable, a helpless toy in the hands of a brutal master; my misery was taking hold of me.I could see Bob approaching, but.