“I just ... a project...” She closes her mouth, feeling herself blush. “I’m sorry ... I didn’t mean ... are you... ?”Carson just smiles at...her sudden timidity. “I am,” he says. “But I wouldn’t worry about it. After today, I think all your problems will be solved.”“Well, you certainly sound confident,” she says, eying him skeptically. “Especially romping around naked with a stiff dick like that.”Carson doesn’t know what to do. So far every girl has been easy to sway, even playing out fantasies.. “And I sure as hell am not going to your place!” “Yeah, with my parents there, that would be a little awkward!” “Exactly,” he says, looking over at me, a huge grin on his face. “So we’re going to my place. It’s close, and better than that, I live alone!” I simply smile, several scenarios starting to play out in my mind. Of course I’ve been to his place before, and I’ve always loved it! It’s right on Front Street with a great view of the CN Tower and Skydome (uh… the Roger’s Centre, sorry).. Dress&hellip, Excitement raced through me as I refused to answer, struggling lamely against his hold, wondering what he would do about it&hellip,I barely dared to breathe, feeling that violent potential all around me. My eyes flicked to the washer and dryer&hellip,so convenient, really, to shove me down, yank up my dress and He stepped away from me and my whole back and ass felt cold from the lack of his body, my neck still feeling wet from his mouth. Disappointment coursed through me and I. Boys continued to molest me as I made my way to homeroom. I avoided looking around at my classmates, staring studiously at the tile floor as I made my way to my seat. Even in the classroom with Mr. Moffat sitting at his desk in the front of the room the boys, no doubt emboldened by my lack of response to the things they've witnessed other boys doing to me, reached out and squeezed my ass or ran their hands quickly up my bare legs, expressing their pleasure when they discovered that there was.