However, with the others, she had sensed that the offer was only a front for sex. But with Tyler, it seemed different. ‘Tell you what. Why not have...dinner at my apartment? I’m a pretty good cook if I do say so myself.’ ‘You sure that’s okay? You barely know me.’ ‘Tyler, I like talking to you. Any man who likes my hands can’t be all bad.’ ‘Sure, ok then. What time? ‘Well let’s say in three hours. I’m in apt 212.’ ‘OK. After dinner I can give you a massage, if you would like that of course. I’m. I gasped and he sunk his teeth into my neck. I turned my head into his neck and screamed. I came hard shaking and panting and he circled my clit with his fingers making my orgasm last longer, I slowly came down from the high and felt his hands running down my sides to my hips. I whimpered aloud when his hands tightened on my hips. I could feel his pulsing erection in my back. “Such a good Kitten, soaked like a good girl,” he growled in my ear, as he sunk inside me with a hard thrust. Panting. They left after they had finished their task. I looked in my full length mirror on my bedroom door at my hairless groin. A fleeting thought that I was getting in too deep flashed in my head, but it was just as quickly replaced with an urge to stand in the living room and play with myself with all the lights ablaze, hoping someone might notice me. When I got up to get ready for work, I noticed there was an envelope that had been slid under my door over night. "cunt" was written on the. He looked around searching for a seat but only one was empty. He saw it and walked to the seat. There was a boy sitting by the window, right next to his seat, but he looked different from the others. He looked rude and tough, something that Chris liked, because he looked like his friends from his previous high school, but because he had been betrayed by his previous friends, he no longer really wanted to make new acquaintances.As he was approaching the seat, some people seemed to be whispering.