The odds and ends of furniture were also empty. There was nothing. A glass of water stood on the nightstand by the bed. He was very thirsty. Brian s...t on the bed, thinking for a while. He didn't want to be naked like he was, if someone came in. It would be too embarrassing. He put the clothes back on. He debated what he would do when the door finally opened. He knew that there had only been the three girls the night before. He could easily force them to do what he wanted. He was still. I still want to be with him; he’s still my best friend. I still love sharing all of the vanilla aspects of life with him. But to me, he’s just a little faggot now. To be honest, I don’t really think of him as a masculine alpha male anymore. And it’s getting harder and harder for me to imagine that I could or would ever let him give me a baby. I want my baby daddy to be a strong, powerful, take-charge masculine man, not a pathetic small-dick faggot.Looking back, three things really changed. Well, to keep it short. They now punish high school kids by taking away their clothes. And she's being punished, so that's why she's naked."Sandra noticed that the woman looked somewhat shocked about this, and then the woman reached out and rubbed Sandra's arm in a comforting way."I'm so sorry! This must be so awful for you," she then looked very intensely at Sandra and asked, "Are you sure you want to go in here?" and then she looked sternly at Veronique and asked, "Are you forcing her to do. "Justin, you have to get me out of here, NOW! Because I want to fuckand pretty soon, it won't matter to me with whom!" I took off my outer shirt and she casually put her arms in it, butdidn't button it. We then headed out the door and back to our cottage. Wehad gone only a few feet down the street when Sondra stopped and lookedinto my eyes. "I'll never make it back home. Follow me!" We stepped into a dark alley between two buildings. Sondra bent overto lean on a trashcan and.