Now my heart was bounding She tries to move away from me but my grip tightens around her arm, I throw her on to the bed“Look we need to sit down and...talk”. As I say this I notice her t shirt as moved up above her arse revealing her gorgeous bald pussy. I try to not look but she catches me as she franticly pulls it back down.“You arsehole! just let me go!” and she bolts for the door again. This time i manage to grab her with both arms use her motion to force her up against the wall. Both our. ” Just then I realized that I didn’t have a car because the weather was so bad out. Was this guy taking me home. I recognized him..I went to highschool with him…he was a little younger than I, but not that that mattered. Why the hell was he talking me home. I quickly called my sister and said, “Was he supposed to pick me up?” She said, “Yes, is that ok?” I thought well I guess.So, I got in his huge ass truck and he was bragging about how he had a huge case of Bacardi Silver in the back. The cab ride back to the hotel wasn't even 10 minutes, but it seemed like forever. We were awash in that strong sexual tension that makes every minute seemed to move like an hour.Besides the main original hotel, there were several newer buildings behind the hotel that had larger, more private rooms where she was staying. After leaving the cab we started walking and I playfully asked, "So what do you want to do?" She responded by turning to me, with that fire in her eyes, and reached up to kiss. " Fuck you." Damn, you're really mad, aren't you?" She just orders me around and then responds so disproportionately."The sound of her turning on the shower echoed through the room. You could tell Jon was imagining her taking off her sticky gym clothes and running her soft white body under the steamy hot water."Well, have you ever tried to do something about it?" Jon asked."What do you mean?" If you don't like the way she treats you, have you tried to do something about it?" Not fucking.