I didn’t feel anything – no pain, no sense of time, not a single thought in my brain.A slap of Toms flat hand ripped me out of my petrification. I...wanted to scream but I swallowed the noise because of my fear of another kick. Instead I drew my head closer to Toms cock. Tears still running down my cheek and my thoughts drove crazy! The humiliation was extreme and made me even more defenseless. I didn’t want to do that! I would never ever kiss his cock voluntary. But what choice had I? On the one. Sharon had seemed to her to be a nice lady and she felt guilty that she was awake and doing relatively ok, while Sharon was in a medically induced coma and very likely clinging to her life by a less than full set of threads. The past week had been an absolute whirlwind, and Akilah was still having trouble keeping her mind clear on what exactly she had been involved in.Almost exactly a week ago she had been a scared fresh immigrant to this country, on a student visa, with no friends, no family. I also learned from seeing him outside of our room, that he had his group of girls that he hung out with and I never saw him hang out with guys. He was very feminine with the girls, joking and laughing. It didn't take much to realize that he was definitely gay. I don't know if that made me not talk to him more, but I really didn't talk to him at all. Until one day I had enough of his bs. He was annoying me during the second week. He didn't really clean up his side of the room. His bed was on. She pulled the blanket up to her chin before answering. “Uhmm… I guess… I don’t actually know. I mean, I don’t really get asked out by a lot of guys. A few of my friends have said it’s because I’m oblivious to it. Like I must give off some ‘fuck off’ signal when I’m out. I dunno… Maybe being brought up with boys and having lots of guy friends killed some part of my personality that enables me to flirt or something. ” “Well that can’t be true. You always seem to reel them in whenever I’ve seen.