Obviously something was going on here.I felt my blood boil. First off, this asshole reminded me of every prick that picked on me in high school and b...fore. Big, throwing his muscle and weight around, thinking he was entitled to whatever he wanted. Secondly, I hated seeing women mistreated like that. I was a softie at heart... one of those guys that vowed if I were to ever accomplish the pipe dream of getting a girlfriend, I would treat her like a goddess. Not the way these girls are. She stood up, leaned against the wall and smiled. Her legs trembled, and rivulets of mixed fluids ran down her body, pooling around the cock still wobbling on the floor.He smiled back. "That was quite a scene." He turned to get her a towel to clean her face with, and the small cup they kept for water on the sink.He felt her hand in his collar, dragging him back against her, pushing their bodies together, his shirt soaking through and plastering itself to his back. "Oh, the scene is just getting. ''No, we're a couple,’ he said snippily, ‘have been for weeks, months.''That's not what you've been telling us,' said Samantha.'No, it's not,' said Steven. He turned to the rest of us, 'This is news to me as well.' We nodded to show we understood.'Yeah, we talked about, it remember?' he said to Steven.'No.''You said you wanted to be boyfriends?''And you said, flat out, "No-no-no, this is just a bit of fun," and we were just experimenting, and we’d never be boyfriends.''Well, we're a couple,'. His gaze left her face briefly as he reached in front of her to lift the lid off a plate on the table. He shifted his gaze to her face and then pointedly back to the plate again. Camille glanced down, expecting to find eggs or some other offensive breakfast food, but found only a few slices of melon, a small handgun and two loaded clips. Her head snapped up, a gasp escaping her lips when the man lowered the lid quietly over the plate once more. He gave her a warning look, one intended to.