On friday night just chilling infront of netflix when suddenly my light went off tv and allthe backyard door slammed open ''who is this?''''its daddy ...nd his friend''''what the fuck?''''get him''and i endup fighting the 4 hands on my couch trying to get my cloth ripped offuntil they succededass slapped doddy , hold by them calling me a white boy slut ''stop stop i dont know you''i bright flashlight on my face , naked as a worm , not seing them blinded by the light''there we brought you proper. Or a hole. It was so distant and echoey. This seems like a trap. Joyce resigned herself with continuing on before she was frightened by a much louder scream of terror.“Hello?” Joyce called into the alley. “Are you okay? Should I call the poli-““HELP! HE’S GOING TO KILL ME!”Joyce dropped her umbrella as the scream startled her. She looked around for a phone booth to call the police from. There! About 20 feet away. She booked it towards the red windowed booth and started dialing. 9. 1.BAM!Joyce. "What I always seem to do when I'm not getting fucked," Sam said, continuing to play with herself. "You're such a slut, Sam!" I exclaimed sitting down on the couch next to her. "Not as big of one as you, slut," Sam moaned out while still playing with herself. "Ya, you're right, I am a pretty big slut," I said while I grabbed her hand out of her skirt and sucked off all the juices off of her finger. "Mmm," was all she said, as she leaned in and gave me a kiss. We made out for another five. A few minutes later I got a message from Demarcus saying you will want to watch this with a weblink to a live stream porn site. As I was home alone I opened the link and put it on the tv in the bedroom. It was a live stream of 10+ guys hanging out talking and drinking. Suddenly someone hollered “she’s here!”. The camera turned revealing Karen standing next to Demarcus, the look on her face was fear and uncertainty. I felt bad that I had sent her into this thinking just that she was going to.