.what” It was four thirty in the morning, why was the sun up? He quickly climbed from his bed and crossed to the window. The sun was literally up, r...ght in the sky, which shouldn't make any sense at all because he’d literally just felt it cross across his body. But even weirder than the sun, was the fact that his garden was not outside his window. In fact, there was no garden whatsoever. No grass, no shed, no items laying around like the barbeque or bicycles, just flat orange dusty ground. Much. After what seems like HOURS a teasing,mocking voice orders me back to the couch. A hand explores my still wet panties and I blush even harder. There are red splotches on my tummy and at least one of my thighs. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" All I can do is stammer. With a laugh my soiled undies are yanked down (ow!) and I'm told to hold them as a dry set of pink ones are held for me to step into. After some adjustments and posing I'm told to kneel on the couch.The hairbrush is on. I brushed the thought aside, because it turned me on more than anything. I finally reached his door and before knocking I tied my shoulder length black hair into a ponytail. I knocked a couple of times and felt a little nervous, but I was also really excited. He finally answered and I was in awe. Here was a guy standing at least 6'2 and really muscular: a real man. Even better, he was totally naked. I gazed down a bit and saw his huge cock and was at a loss for words. "Come on in, slut" he said. I finish up in the shower, and start to blow dry my hair. Since Kattie is coming over but where not leaving the house, I decide on a pair of trackies and my favourite hoodie/top as I finish with my hair. I turn on my music and go back into my bathroom and straighten my hair and put some makeup on. Finally feeling completely dressed and sexually satisfied I go downstairs to find something to eat. I’m just finishing eating breakfast when the doorbell rings and I jump up, tripping over my trackies.