"Where'd you go, Peter?" She laughed down at me from her dominant position.If I was humiliated before, well that was multiplied a thousand times now. ... found myself being smothered under the crotch of this beautiful girl, and I was truly helpless to stop her. I was really not getting any air, and I guess she could tell how frantic I was getting by the look in my eyes, because she lifted herself up and let me catch a little breath."What's wrong Peter, are you having trouble breathing?" She. It was an ornate letter "R" tattooed on her inner wrist. Sam saw it and said it looked hot, asked her what it meant. Rich had suggested she just say "rich bitch". Sam grinned and laughed. "You're watching them 'Housewives of Wherever the Fuck' shows waaay too much." She laughed, relieved that he didn't push.The next tattoo was on my mons, a rose with three thorns on the stalk. It was three inches long and the stalk ran along the outside of her left lip. It burned when he put it on but Rick was. Where’s your bedroom?”“It isn’t a mansion! It’s just a house.”He snickered as I led him upstairs. He said, “No, cunt. I live in a house. This isn’t a house. This is a mansion. What did you pay for this place? A million? More?”I didn’t like the question. But I’m even more uncomfortable because I don’t have any idea what we paid for our home. Jeff never talks about money. He bought the house. He buys our cars. I don’t even know how much money he makes. I only know that we always have more than. ‘Okay okay, it’s just this shit fries my brain after awhile. I need a break. We’ve been studying for hours.’ Okay, maybe we have, I’m just so anxious about it. ‘Wanna take a break?’ I smile at him. His eyes widen. ‘Yeah I do,’ he says, as his hand slides down my shorts. Mmm, feels good. We look over my bed and my roommates. She’s not supposed to be home until tomorrow, she’s spending the night at a friend’s house, having a slumber party or whatever. He walks up and slides all my books off of.