As soon as I get to the top I see myself on the big screen all dressed up throat fucking my dildo...I freeze. Read still I can't move.He pops his head...over the couch an says "glad you showed up, pity you don't look the same"He said he's been watching all my videos on the usb I lent him.I rush over to the TV and try to turn it off.He just laughs as he snatches the remote off the table and places it between his legs in which I notice he's not wearing any pants. Rock hard an clearly packing more. So you’ll know if we can do this for a week.”“Er, no. That’s weird. I can’t invite a stranger into my apartment.”“I’m only a stranger until you get to know me. We’ve already talked for 20 minutes. I promise I’m not a serial killer. What’s the big deal? If you’re not comfortable after we spend a day together, we’ll go our separate ways.”I sat there without saying a word. The coffee was getting cold. I had to make a decision. He was cute, although not necessarily someone that I would. Unfortunately, by the time she'd gotten the kid to bed and was ready to start studying, her eyes were too tired to read. They kept closing every time she read through a couple of sentences in her Economics book.Economics often put her to sleep but not this early.She turned lengthwise on the couch, resting her head against one of the armrests and closing her eyes. She sighed and wondered if she should make some coffee.No, that was silly. She'd already had two glasses of cola that evening and was. Touch them. There are a lot worse things to be asked to do." It's not what he's asking, it's the principle of the thing!" Jane exclaimed. "I don't think it's right for him to touch me on any premise unless we're going out or something!" Too bad for you, then," said Simon. "You are obligated to do it." Oh, so, now, my feelings don't mean anything," Jane snorted. "So much for consent! Why don't you just whip it out and do it to me! What I want certainly doesn't matter!" Jane, you're taking it a.