‘Wyatt, you son of a bitch! Get the fuck in my house!’ Wyatt grinned. Steven was a little taller than him, blonde, and crazy. Wyatt stepped inside...to see about two dozen people talking and dancing. Steven led him in and said, ‘Ok. Gameplan: I go after… Jenna Bender. And you… Erica Paul is looking pretty good. Ok?’ Wyatt shook his head. ‘Go after Jenna if you want, but there’s no way I’m going after Erica. I’ll find my own date.’ Steven sighed. ‘Ok. But you’re fucked, mark my words. Wish me. Then he would ram it back down her throat and thrust at her head a bit, so his horrible hairy balls slapped her chin. It was so degrading. Yet I couldnt help looking at the thick angry cock pointing straight at my wifes face whenever he withdrew it. It was covered in her saliva with strands dripping down onto her chest below. The blowjob she was giving him sure was sloppy. Suck it samore ya dumb bitch Shorty snickered, and then ran his boner all over her face, painting her with spit. I had. Tina tried to pull back from this unwelcome mauling, but her escort merely held her in place. Tell him to stop this! Tina said, indignant now and starting to struggle against the hands that grasped her. Just because I wanted to go home with you does not mean I want to be handled by your damn driver! Youll be handled by anyone I choose, her date said matter-of-factly, because youre a horny slut, starved for the just right kind of discipline. He turned her around facing him and forcing her thighs. Who knew what would happen after. She'd probably go off to college, get married to some frat boy, and have a million kids with him. And I'd live my life with regret, with nothing left but sad Emo boy wank fantasies to keep me company.It was late and I was laying in bed staring up at my ceiling unable to sleep. My headphones were on as usual. Radiohead's 'Creep' was softly playing but I wasn't really paying attention to it; It was just one of those songs that I had now officially listened to so.