I helped remove her white three inch high stilettos, getting some great sneaky views up her bare thick carved thighs as I pressed the question about h...r tears. Sitting next to Booth, she told me she had caught Mick’s dad making out with a younger girl at the bar. I leaned over attempting to give her a big hug and she sank into my weak embrace, trying the best I could, to comfort her. We sat on the stairs for a short while, Booth sobbing until she gave me a nudge “I need to go to the bathroom. I stopped. Took another deep breath. Exhaled slowly. I pushed open the more heavier, wooden door doing my best to keep calm.He was no where in sight. I breathed a deep sigh of relief, felt the muscles relax just a bit and turning, I closed the door behind me, being much more sedate in my mannerisms. I knew my reprieve was going to be short -- he was still in the house -- somewhere. I walked purposely through the kitchen, not deeming to hide the echoed clicking sounds of my fuck-me heels as each. What was worse was that he was still there, laughing and talking and acting as if he hadn’t violated her, but what was worst of all was the way she felt. She felt that she had betrayed her friend, that she had done something wrong by being raped by her boyfriend. She felt that she was truly deserving of being raped--she had dressed as a kajira, and he had used her like one, the thought even now making her blood burn, her pussy tingle. It was all her fault, and she couldn’t let anyone know, the. Again, she asked herself if this is something she wanted to do and the warm feeling inside her kept saying yes. There were a million reasons not to do it, but she was afraid if she didn't, she would always regret it.Michelle slipped on a pair of blue jeans and a red t-shirt after she showered. There were no panties or bra and the shirt and jeans would go as soon as she was in the parking lot and safely behind the wheel of her car. Jeff had asked her to be naked underneath her coat but going.