. oh, what do we wear?” “How about our workout clothes?” “Works for me.” So, she gave me directions, and we left for her house. It was a nic... little house just a few blocks away. She pulled into her carport and I parked behind her. As we were driving, it dawned on me that my workout clothes were still sweaty, which I figured I would mention to her. But, when we got there, she just grabbed my gym bag, and threw our gym clothes into the washer. “It’ll take about forty-five minutes to wash and. Noisy bastard was washing his hands… of blood. My blood. He stood nearly as tall as me, and was wearing torn blue jeans and a bloody sweatshirt. I swear– you’ve never quite had the cold chills until you see someone actually wearing about two pints of your own blood. Creepy as hell. Oh, and Mr. Original was wearing a black ski mask to complete his criminal ensemble. I watched him scrub with Mom’s steel wool and some Dawn, then dry his hands on the paper towel roll. He went out of sight for a. You’ve heard people say they’re trying to have a baby, right?”I nodded, still unwilling to stop this unexpected torrent of information.“When I got pregnant, he walked away. His parents were rich, and they threatened to sue my parents for defamation if I kept insisting their son was the father. He denied it all, of course. He had the balls to claim he was still a virgin.”“Fuck,” I muttered. I didn’t mean to speak. It just leaked out.“My parents home schooled me after that. So I had you, and. .He's fucking my throat! He's fucking my throat! I'm such a fag!He uses me like that for a while then tells me to sit up. He sits down facing me with his legs over mine. I lean over and continue sucking him like that. He's saying things that I can't hear but it's turning me on to no end that he's moaning and making me suck his balls and dick.Next, he tells me to sit with my back to the headboard. He stands over me and puts it in me again. He's got me pinned against the headboard. He's ruling.