Instead, you look into those eyes, glistening with feigned love and know she is holding on to you, tricking you into believing she's saving you from y...ur inevitable descent into pitch-blackness. Yet you know she is taking advantage of her position of power over your demise, wielding it to hurt you as she sees fit.Following her into her bedroom like a puppet unable to cut its strings—a fish caught on a line—her scent, the smell of her room fill your nostrils, wringing your heart with each flash. My heart was pounding. He said “looks like some nice stockings, huh?” I immediately replied “they aren’t mine.” He then said “oh, well, I’m not judging, just saying they look nice, probably feel good on the skin too.” He walked past me and picked up the pantyhose by the toe of one of the legs. “Oh, its pantyhose!” he exclaimed. “Have to say, black pantyhose is sexy, don’t you think?” The only reply I could muster was “I guess so, but they aren’t mine.” He said “they aren’t your. The first time I did that, Ash screamed at the top of her lungs. I repeated the process and her reaction was the same, so I kept it up. Ash now felt as hot and euphoric as I’ve ever seen her, or anyone else. She was 100% consumed by horniness, but I decided to make her feel even hotter. For good measure, I took out my tongue and licked the area from the bottom of her clit to the top of her hole. The combination of the fisting and the face job shot her into overdrive and having my whole fist. It was weird for me too in the beginning but I got used to it.”“I can only imagine what goes on in a strip club. I won’t be able to go for another week.”“Oh really?” she says. "When do you turn nineteen?”“On the 10th,” I reply.“That’s the day after I get back!” she exclaims. “I’m gonna have to get you something for your birthday.”“Oh you don’t have to do that.” “Nope. It’s happening,” she replies with a laugh.We talk for another hour or so about random crap before she says “It’s getting kinda.