The second landed on Donna's stomach and arm, while the third doused her outstretched legs and the back of the hand that clenched her public bone. As ...he final drops dribbled onto the floor, I fell onto the bed beside her, not certain what to expect. There was a long silence while our breathing gradually returned to normal. Then a giggle. "I missed it, didn't I?" she asked. She had collapsed back onto the bed, with her legs still dangling over the edge. I propped myself up on my elbow and. "I know I should believe you, but lately you've had tendency to stretch the truth. I think I should check the pictures I just took." Fischer jumped up. "You took fucking pictures? Where are they?" He took a threatening step towards me. "Give it to me, give me that damn camera right now." "And why should I do that?" "Because I'll beat the fucking shit out of you if you don't." "Really? In my bedroom. You do understand that the only way you'll be able to keep me from calling the police will be to. ”She didn’t remark to that, as I thought she might.She gave me her instructions, helping to clear the way for me to move the bed. Moving the bed, made it necessary to move the dressers. Less than ninety minutes later it was all done.“Thank you, Big Hunk!” she said, having put on a cropped top, exposing her midriff and some short pants.I said, “I can’t think of a prettier girl to help.”“You keep saying I’m prettier then when you left. Exactly, how am I prettier?”“Well, you seem slimmer and your. She hadn’t wanted to fuck. She was okay with making out, liked Gunther enough to open her mouth and French kiss with him and let him play with her boobs and grab her ass, but fucking was something else. Being forced was something else entirely.She had blacked out, she guessed. Gunther had done her, or had walked away disgusted and left her for someone else to do. Rebecca was under no illusion that guys wouldn’t do a nearly naked comatose teen, should they stumble across her in a darkened.