Definitely no more than a friend, I thought. She was 18 and had an identical twin sister and a 21-year-old brother. We traded stories and joked togeth...r, she told me how her sister couldn’t deal with being a twin and was constantly rebelling. At times, it took me a while to figure out what she was saying as she sometimes used the wrong words. She often asked me to explain what certain words meant after I’d said something, but otherwise her english was near perfect (It had been one of her. ...fuck you gonna make me hard im not gay dude ''''its ok think of me as a girl its ok''he took my cock out''mmmmm i love str8 cock''''please Sam ohhhhhhhh fuck you freaking slut''''mmmmmm mmmmmmm you taste good please let me suck you Mike please''''oh fuck , you slut suck soooo goooood''''yes Mike im a slut please fuck me like one''i stood up, and he crawl on my side on all 4 ''''shit sam you little slut''i threw him on the couch''that is what you want, this str8 cock in that boy. What’s the problem?’ ‘I don’t know.’ I ground out, frustrated. It was the truth. I walked towards her, and she flinched. My captive stared around the room. ‘How old are you?’ I blurted. ‘Eighteen.’ Eighteen. She was a child. Nissa suddenly flew across the room and wrenched on the door hard, and when it didn’t give she began to pound on it with her fists, yelling for help. ‘Okay. That’s it.’ I dragged Nissa away from the door and quickly duct-taped her hands and feet, adding a piece. I slid down onto the chair as he stood up and zippered himself back into his pants. I saw the rag lying on the floor, that this morning, started out life as a pair of my lucky sexy panties, now torn beyond anything other than a rag to mop up a mess.I bent to retrieve them and as I sat back up, he was beside me, "Can I have them", he asked me, and I placed them in his hand, and watched him walk back to the coffee pot, putting them in his trouser pocket, his trophy, my panties, and just then, the.