"I'm taking Journalism and a minor in Philosophy." "I love philosophy!" I replied. "Did you know that this place is older than Plato's Academy and Ar...istotle's Lyceum? While they lasted that is." "No, but that's fascinating." Millia's smile widened, her supple cheeks extending with the gesture; I noted this tiny detail and was struck by how beautiful she was. "So Enyo," she continued, snapping me back to reality, "where you from?" "From America; Manhattan, actually. You?" "Canada," she. I whimper and beg the guy to stop and tell them I never fool around back there. It is so strange to have a guy's fingers poking into my ass hole. I feel like I am an animal being used for someone's amusement. A piece of meat for a guy to get off on.I never have minded being masturbated by a guy. I really love to feel someone else's hands rubbing my vagina and getting me off. Girls are generally better at that than guys, but I like guys better, because I know they have a cock ready to fuck me if. I didn’t even know I could feel that. Then he began to lick more and more of my clit, my eyes were closed by then and my head was leaning up against the wall. Then he slid a finger between my legs and right inside me, I moaned. He slowly began to finger fuck me while licking my clit faster by the second. He was licking in circles and left and right. Then he started sucking and made my back arch and he slipped another finger inside me, I could tell he was touching my g spot, I had never felt. Thankfully, I wake up right away, and I don’t run on autopilot for long. Any longer waking up and he would have been dead. As it was, I almost didn’t stop the knife in time. I had punctured his shirt and pricked his skin with the tip of the blade. His chest leaked a drop of blood when I pulled the knife back. When he took his shirt off to see the wound, it looked like a needle mark.From the years living in questionable places, I trained myself to wake up as soon as somebody touched my doorknob..