But she was so drunk that she is not in presence of mind. I still try to control myself but she was so strong that she forcefully remove my shorts and...was rubbing my dick. Still I resisted myself and made her sleep in her room. She was totally naked and I put a blanket and close the door and left to the hall. I started thinking of what happened and I got excited at that moment and went back to her room :). She was slepping by that time and I on the light and removed the blanket and was looking. I wasn't going to go on a random murder spree like others probably would though because that's just stupid. "I'll figure it out tomorrow."What I failed to realize until it was to late that I was already walking to them. When I finally realized it that heavenly thrill came back in full force. One step turned into two. Three turned into four. Four into a jog! Five into a run! And what happened next was the most beautiful sight I've seen to date. Blade in hand I didn't simply slice the man with. I shut my eyes. The silence is overwhelming and I can hear the frantic beating of my heart. Death doesnt come. But as I hear him unzipping his jeans. I wish he had killed me. Look at me, he demands as he forcefully rips off my shirt. I tremble as I open my eyes. His cock is in front of me, already semi hard. Put it in your mouth. I shake my head. Okay. If youd rather it in your ass&hellip, Ive never given a blow job before. Despite the man about to rape me, I worry Ill be bad at it. I take. And as it was a quiet shop with no one else in there, so Miss Debbie would certainly have seen. There was a Busen Mag with Miss Maria Whittaker on the cover, topless. She drove me crazy from the first time I saw Her and She’d given me many pairs of wet pants already. So whenever I saw a girl on the cover who made me spunk my pants for the umpteenth time last week, or 3 days ago, I do go a bit crazy. So I pull Her mag off the shelf and just gawp at Her in disbelief, and it’s a gradual process of.