Even through her closed eyes she could see the room had brightened considerably. Her ears strained to hear him moving around. Monitors came on, a soun... she’d been very familiar with in her old life. He brushed close by her, his footfalls nearly silent on the thick carpeted floor. He had to have removed his shoes. What was it he wanted or didn’t want her to see?The room smelled of him. Cinnamon and herbs in the air mixed with could only be vanilla scented wax and books. The smell of old books. I knew what the matter was and I was scared about our friendship that she might break it off. I went to the terrace I saw her standing there playing with her hair and in a tensed mood. She was wearing shorts and a tight Red colored top and I saw her boobs and I could clearly see through her top from my imagination I shut my imagination and walked up to her.Me: Hi!!She: Hii!! (with a sad mood)Me: What’s the matter?She: as if you don’t know what is the matter? (in a tone of disagreement)Me:. I didn’t know what I would say when I arrived at her door, but I hoped inspiration would hit me when she opened it. At the very least I would apologize, tell her I’m sorry about the way I acted, and that I wanted to be with her.After I rang the doorbell, it felt as if it took ages for the door to open. I could hear feet shuffling behind the door and took that as a positive signal. My heart was beating 180 beats a minute. I felt a cold sweat running down my spine and my nervousness was gnawing. But it was so. It grew and grew against the cotton panties. Then Stella set my hand free with a swift movement and I saw a huge, yet flaccid black cock. This time I could not believe my eyes…I suddenly reacted, slapping hard her in the face.Stella looked stunned but the look in her eyes changed to a very maniacal rage and she punched me, very hard across my jaw.When I recovered myself, I was still naked, but facing the wall.I felt my wrists and ankles were tied to the bedposts. I turned my head.