It was just the two of them, and they barely exchanged two words, but Chris seemed much more composed then he had the day before. She wondered if he r...ad any of the stories, and if they affected him the way she hoped, but was too embarrassed to ask him about it.Disgusting thoughts ran through Chris's mind as he read story after story of taboo acts. It was clear most of them weren't real, it was easy to tell who was writing from experience, but even the fictional ones got to him. He read stories. "At least, so I believe. I think I am from your past. In my time, this large area was called North America and was one nation called the United States. (I decided not to muddy the waters with Mexico or Canada.) There was a city in the central part called, 'St. Louis' which may have some relation to the first city of Sin Loos if it's not the same. It had a great arch. Oklahoma was one of the states in my country but was south and a bit west of St. Louis. Florida was another state and was where I. I grabbed Sam from behind and managed to get her off of Princess and I carried her up to my bedroom with Princess running behind us trying her best to get her panties back into place and her skirt pulled down.The queen bitch Samantha was struggling to get her mouth on my skin somewhere so she could take a bite out of me but I was being super careful knowing she was a determined cunt with good fighting skills. Eventually I got her up on my bed underneath me and she wiggled and squirmed but I. Still holding the phone to her ear, she looks up into his face as to try and decide whether to beg her friend to call the authorities or just what she should be doing next. He unzips his pants and pulls out his mostly erect member and begins to stroke himself. He points the head lewdly at her face as he does. It becomes even larger and harder as she watches. She still hasn't moved an inch. She's got a firm grip on her mobile, her only chance at summoning assistance. Her eyes dart between his.