"You cannot be all innocent when you enter Wonderland. Your virginity is a problem, dearie," he breathes as he thrusts quickly in and out, his fingers...becoming more and more drenched as my moans echo around the door filled hall. Immediately, I reach between us and stroke his cock through his jeans, the shaft hardening under my touch. He stops his touching to take off my bikini, shorts and panties, exposing my naked body to the chilly air. I undo his pants and pull his cock out before he. Anything you want to add? No? Well let me present my side.There's no excuse for you turning into a slut, short of being raped or drugged there's no excuse for what you've been doing. Were you raped or drugged? ... I'll take your silence as a no.You were journalism major, so shall we examine the 5 W's for our little news story here. You remember; Who, When, Where, What, and Why. Let's take them one at a time. Who; I don't care nor do I want to know; if I did know I'd end up in jail for assault. Ana just smiled at me.But she did not tell me about her adventures with Darina. She just said both of them were having so much fun together…I got curious; so I hired a friend of a friend, who made some jobs as a private investigator. I wanted to know what exactly could happen in Darina’s basement when I was out of town.I left town for some days and, when I went back, I met Parson, the black guy that I had hired to find out about Anita’s night activities…Parson told me he had been in Darina’s. I really like exploring different things. I’ll admit it that it’s a little sick and demented to be talking to my brother about my slut ways but you’re the only one I ever talk to about personal shit. I don't even talk to my girlfriends about allot of stuff. I don't trust them like I trust you. If you want me to keep it to myself then I will. I can understand it however, how about if instead of talking face to face about this kind of shit we could do it over email or text. That should make it.