Being on your knees for this nigga dick is where you belong. And if you don't like it now, well, you will when I'm finished with you"I put up my hands...and weakly tried to press him away, but my pathetic attempt to stop him was completely ignored, as he kept on holding my head and fucking my face. After a little while i just rested me hands on his muscular chest and hip, while he continued to talk to me and violate my mouth.I had never done anything like this before, and now here I was. On my. And after that nothing happened and our friendship started during Diwali of 2008. All started when she insulted a guy in my class and I started messaging her to fight but the moment I told my name, she was texting me like she knew me for a long time and our friendship started growing strong and every senior was jealous about two freshers moving closer. We used to go out often, chat in class when class was going on. We became so close that we never missed meeting each other and found every. Both were firsts. Yup, Uptown was definitely the goal to aim for.I was directed into a small well-lit room, the only occupant sitting on the opposite side of a flat desk was a small, pale-faced man, about mid-fifties, I guessed. He wore a white laboratory coat, as if he had been arrested at work, his studious look topped off with a neat bow tie. The lenses in his spectacles were not unlike the bases of whiskey shot glasses. He didn’t look like a criminal, no, he looked more like my family. You could have kitted out half the school fromtheir box. In hindsight, I would say most of the stuff in there was deemed toounfashionable by its former owners and had been ?lost? so that it could bereplaced by whatever the new uniform fad might be. Although the younger yearswere closely monitored for non-regulation items, black jeans rather thantrousers, fashion skirts and tops rather than the rather dowdy official items,the upper years were allowed a certain amount of latitude. Libby pulled.