She looked me in the eye and asked meR: So you want to fuck me huh?Me: No…She slapped me in the face again.R: Don’t lie. You pathetic bitch! if yo... don’t want to fuck me then why the fuck do you have my pic in a folder with porn in your pc?She was, in fact, a bombshell. She had long black hair till her waist. She had big boobs. But I was not in the right mood to gauge her sexiness I felt a sharp pain in my arm. That’s when I realized that I was staring at her boobs.R: Do you want to fuck me?. Looking herself over more, she notices that a strap on her dress is missing. She is horrified at the thought that she wasn’t the one who wrinkled her dress or tore her strap. Horrified at the sight she begins to think, ‘Was I raped? Did someone drug me last night?’ As she is watching herself in the mirror in shock she notices that she isn’t hurt, no bruises that she see anywhere and her mind begins to wander as a warmth comes over. ‘Ok. So maybe not rape… Could I have…? No… Impossible!’ She. We have much work to do. Firstly, I have a cab ready at the door. Take your coat, and we shall depart for your former lodgings, to claim your effects and move them here. After that, we shall have you measured for some proper clothes fit for your position. Now move yourself, lad, and tell the cab driver your address." Benjamin hurried to the cab, clutching his coat, almost tripped down the steps to the street in his hurry. Under the pretence of locking the front door, Camorra stealthily stole a. "So here," I said holding out the bag. "You still want it right?"She came over immediately, now serious and tried to play it cool; as though she might be mildly interested. "Cool. Thanks."I smiled and playfully asked in a staccato rhythm, "You got the Glass-Dick-Jones?"She parried with, "That's crack, smart guy." She had a way of staring with her eyes that was very erotic and kind of eerie."Right, well I'm not giving it to you for free."This peaked her interest. "Well I could owe you, but I'm a.