She stated she was very horny and would do anything I asked.I asked what he was doing and she said he was rubbing himself. “Can he see your pussy?�...� The answered I was dreaming of came across the screen. “Yes, dear.” I asked her if he could see her tits. I got a reply. “Wait a minute.” It seemed liked hours and then the text appeared on the screen. “Dropped spoon and bent over. Tit came out of my bra. He can see my nipple.” I almost exploded. She stated he continued to rub himself as. She noticed a flush coming over his neck and cheeks, and with that acknowledgement, discovered her own, as she felt a tremble once again and a urgent desire to feel his touch, but this time to her bare flesh. As if he were reading her mind his hand found her arm and she quickly covered it with her own hand, confirming her acceptance and allowance of this forward approach to continue. His hand was warm, reassuring, light and strong all at the same time. Goosebumps sprung up along the length of. But it was empty. The noises I heard... gone. And that's when he snuck up behind me. It never occurred to me if I was in the right house, or being scammed, or whatnot. I just had a hard-on and wanted to get laid. But here I was, in a stranger's house, after being invited over through Tinder no less, and now I'm naked in a darkened room and immediately I sense someone lunge behind me, grabbing one of my arms, twisting it behind my back and violently pushing me forward on the bed. It was a guy. I. The mix might has well been acid as it felt like fire was ripping its way through her body imbedding its self deep inside her . she wanted to scream but the bitter vomit in her mouth was making it hard for her to even breath let alone scream , she continued to vomited cough and gag , and cry as she fight for breath gasping as she felt her air way clear slightly and the filthy smell from her father voiding bowel . Lynda lied their covered in vomit as she smelled the filth flying from bobs rear..