Spencer muttered something that sounded like a goodbye, before glaring at Dustin and taking off. "That's alright, I was just talking to Spence." "You...know he likes you," Dustin spat, cutting her off. "He wants in your pants." "He's not like that, besides only you can get in my pants." Autumn grinned and playfully bit his lower lip. Dustin smiled, grabbing her pony tail, pulling her head back, and trailing tiny kisses down her neck. Little did they know, Spencer was watching from his car in. "You hate me right," he asked her."Yes Boris. I actually still hate you for what you did to me. I don't know if I can say that you raped me because I am your slave and you can express yourself in any way with me as you always automatically have my consent, no matter how much I dislike it. I never thought you were ever going to do this to me. Do your Skinhead friends do this to their girlfriends?" she asked him. She was tired, angry and sad all at once."Well they do have BDSM sex from time to. I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but your thrusts became even more violent, bruising me with their force. Clenching around your manhood I felt my body begin to dissolve as I neared my climax. “Oh god, yes…” I cried into the night. I would have called your name, but I realised that I never knew it. I wondered briefly if you knew mine before your next thrust forced all thoughts from my mind and I felt you explode into me. Clenching my muscles against your spent manhood, I milked it as I rode. "Mark sighed with the pleasure of the gentle caresses. "I guess I'm not surprised..." No. Our fears drive us to each other... It is the correct response..." Yeah..."Va'an hand curled into the soft hairs on Mark's stomach. They both said nothing for a while. Then Va'an leaned over in the darkness and licked Mark's ear. "So, this was your bedroom as a boy, huh?" Yeah. Coming in through the window tonight... It brought back such a flood of memories. Growing up here with my parents and siblings,.