I slam the vibe inside you, thrust to its’ depth in one push. I only wish I could see your eyes roll back into your head, as I know they’re doing....I see in my mind how sexy you must look. Your moan starts with nothing more than a full expelling of air, an almost silent moan, but soon build to the harsh, animal grunts and noises that I long to draw from you endlessly. “Who’s slut are you?” It takes you a moment to realize I’m speaking. Even longer to realize your expected to reply. Longer still. He looked angry as hell. 'Could have killed someone.''Fuck you' Sarah repeated to him, wandering towards the car. 'Where's my phone? Hey give that back!' The athletic man was down on one knee, searching through her Guchi handbag. His older friend now going through the glove compartment of the car. Her mobile was in his other hand.'Hey Moby,' he said tossing a small, green bag to the big man.Moby caught and patted the bag in his hand. Opening it up he gave a deep inhale. 'Weed eh?' he grinned.. " She was speaking very lowly."Why are you whispering?" I asked, muddled."Shhh! Please, Frederick. We must be quiet. I must show you this!" She acted suddenly indecisive. "At least, I think I should. We MUST talk! Please?"I sat up in bed and patted the space next to me. Reluctantly, she sat, her hands on her lap, her eyes averted. The light was dim, but I could see her clearly enough. She was upset, nervous, meek. "What is it, Willie?" I whispered.She was trying to get her thoughts in order.. He asked me to make me feel comfortable and sit on his bed. i went out and saw from the balcony it was still raining.Suddenly i felt his hand on my back, I was surprised/shocked but dint said any thing as i felt he is drunk and he is out of his mind and dont know where he has placed his hand.He was casually talking and meanwhile smoothly he was sliding his hand from my shoulder to my back.A strange sensation has started im me ...i dint knew what it was.he then pulled inside the room and made.