. But he never asked about his face... He knew he had a mask... And... It's gotta be him!- I thought. I got up and gasp! "it's him! But before we ...ry to prove it! We have to think of a plan," I said. She held my hand. "I got an idea! Well, did he talk?" she asked. I replied "yes but in a deep voice tone" well maybe that was his rape voice tone, and if I plant a recorder in his room, go to the same place he got you and have him rape me and I'll find a way for him to talk and bring the. “What does that mean?” Stacy wondered.“Oh, come on,” Phil replied. “All she’s heard for 10 years is ‘Why can’t you be more like your sister?’ You’re pretty; you’re smart; you’re funny. You have a great boyfriend who absolutely adores you. I’ll bet you got straight As in high school. Hell, I’ll bet you got straight As in kindergarten. You were probably the head of the debate team, on the Homecoming Court and always called people ‘Sir’ and ‘Ma’am.’ You sure as hell didn’t bring home a boyfriend. I complete another set of 50 and again lie down catching my breathe looking around to see if there was any water on my bedside table, which their wasn't. I couldn't go down at this time so I'd have to deal with a dry mouth until the blood decided it was going to release from my throbbing member.I sit up resting on my elbows and forearms and reach for the towel at the side of me to wipe the sweat from my forehead. As I wiped it away and my vision adjusted back to normal I see Cole stood there in. You wait for what comes next. You wait… …and wait…. Wondering what is coming. Excited and worried. Exposed to this beautiful stranger, wondering what she thinks when she looks at your shaved pussy and upturned ass. Somehow, having a woman looking at you makes you so much more self-conscious than if it was a man. You feel the light of the room on you, the slight currents of the air, and notice that you are once again pushing against the counter and you’re not sure what you’re hoping for. You.