Why had I chosen this to be the one night I didnt wear underwear to bed? I heard the sound of a zipper and I froze. I knew what was coming next and I ...ought back the tears. My childhood nightmare was happening all over again, and once again I was helpless to stop it. With a few looks towards the heavens, I said a silent prayer and prayed for this to be over soon. For the first time in my life, I was extremely grateful I had started taking birth control only a few months prior. The leather. My dick immediately started to get hard but very slowly. Just then she got up, took off her bathrobe, got back on the couch, but sat right next to me, laying her head on my chest. At that point I put my arm around her shoulder to make myself more comfortable. Somehow, I fell asleep like that, and when I woke up less than an hour later, my arm was still around her shoulder. However, my hand, was not in a place that a brother's hand should be on a sister. I was basically cupping her left boob in. Before I even realized it, that huge last step seemed to be getting smaller as each day progressed. A couple of of months ago I was chatting on a singles website with a man who lives near me. We were both expressing our frustration about the amount of phonies and idiots on the site. He suggested another site (not this one) where he had found the people were more realistic about their desires. I went to that site and set up a free profile. Within a few days I exchanged emails with a couple of. Ashley looked over at Brad. He remained totally inert. Lifeless. “Brad!” She hiss-whispered as best she could, trying not to draw the attention of any captor – or captors – nearby. But Brad didn’t stir. “He is asleep…Ashley. The drug I put in your drinks hasn’t worn off for him yet,” a harsh, bass-like voice rumbled. “I gave him a larger dosage,” the unseen man’s voice added. Now Ashley heard the stairs creaking as footsteps came closer. First she saw his shiny, polished black boots. Then she.