That’s the final straw. I push your hands away from my eyes and turn around towards you.“Can you give me a break? I am just trying to watch one da...n show for gods sake. I can talk to you in a bit. I can’t do even that?” You continue to stare at me without saying a word. My anger flares further when I see the very sexy top you are wearing. I notice the maroon top with the gaping front where your cleavage is clearly visible. Dark, smooth skin visible as your breasts are pushed tight against each. “What do you want me to do to him, Danny?” Oren asked.“Dealer’s choice.”Another grin, “Ooooh.”“I-I’m sorry.” Wes stuttered, “Please don’t punish me.”“Sorry, Wes, but you’re in Oren’s hands now.”Oren grinned and danced over to the ‘toy box’. He rummaged around a bit before giving a victorious ‘Ah ha!’ I couldn’t see what he had in his hands, but obviously Wes could. He looked like he was regretting his decision not to fight back.“N-no… please!”I walked over so I could see the action and almost. He stood up and said sternly, "There's no knife under here Ethan!"As Ethan stood there in shock, the deputy walked over to him and said, "Ethan Barns, you're under arrest for the murder of Jimmy Oglethorpe."Two minutes later, Ethan found himself handcuffed and sitting in the back of the Sheriff's patrol car. Becky was sitting in the front seat. There was the distinct odor of vomit and cheap wine mixed with a very heavy amount of some type of disinfectant he couldn't identify in the air inside. It was a strictly platonic friendship weve had everytime we met up. Let me tell you a little about this guy… His name is Alex. Hes 28, about 58, slim, and Dominican. Really nice smile and personality. He is a Virgo if that makes a difference. He lives in New York City. I live in upstate NY so we are about 2 and a half hours away from eachother. Kind of far but still close enough to make plans and meet up on occasion. Me, I am 21, 54, average size, African American. I am usually reserved and.