Unless he needed something from them.And for Leslie, of the twenty boys in our class there were only two or three left that she hadn't fucked. Gerry w...s at the top of her list. But she was sure it would never happen.The biggest thing Leslie had told me was that my entire life was fake. I was fake. For most of my time in both high school and college, the deck had been stacked in my favor. Teachers had given me higher grades. Contests had been ruled in my favor when close. Positions and. Julie knew how much Daddy loved Mom and that she needed to get home as fast as she could. They were more important than staying in a city she hated and supporting a guy she couldn't stand. "I'm leaving tonight. I'll kick Mike out and have a friend of mine pack up my things and ship it home," she said hoping she could get a flight that wouldn't arrive at some ungodly hour."You've worked so hard to get where you're at. I don't want you to just give it all up." Carla said to her daughter, knowing. He picked up the magazine before sitting down. As we ate and drank I told him that after we finished I would have to leave, he pushed the magazine over to me saying for me to enjoy it with my meal. I opened it took another swallow when I began to feel a little funny. I thought it was from all the walking took another sip of my drink began looking through the magazine again I realized that the pictures were all men in various poses, he asked what I thought of the magazine. I continued to browse. I suddenly open my eyes and notice a well built guy caressing my legs all over with his hand and massaging his manhood through his pants. I am aroused but scared. The moment I get thoughts of someone raping me, I get more aroused than scared. I finally gather the courage to get up. The guy holds me tight and asks me to not move. He whispers into my ears ‘You are my bitch tonight, whether you like it or not!’‘Vishal, is that you?’ I reply in a trembling voice. ‘Yes sweety, I knew you would dress.