“Sit down,” I said. “Let’s talk.”“I don’t want to talk,” she grumbled.“Well, I do,” I said. “And need I remind you, you’re the... one who started this?”She turned on me, her face red.“No I did not start it. I tried to stop it. I tried fifty times to get you guys to realize it was a bad idea. But nobody would listen to me. Ohhhh no. Nobody wanted to listen to mean, old, Puritanical Valerie!”I let her rant. My eyes dropped to her breasts, which were heaving. Her nipples stuck out like brand new. I backed up. I'm not gay! I went back, she was so beautiful. NO! I shouldn't feel like that. I'm a tough trades man. I went to my bag and took out my duct tape. No one fucking does that to me!I roughly threw her, (no him!I shouldn't be feeling like this I said to myself) to the ground. I ripped open the duct tape and roughly tied her hands behind her back. I then took a piece and put it over her mouth. Hopefully the strange attraction I had towards her (no him!, no it!. I turned her around and. I dunno...yeah"I looked at his crotch and saw his huge boner bulging in his trackies, I touched it tentatively as he tilted his head back and moaned. The whole time I was stroking his enormous cock (at least 9 inches) I was thinking about all those times ive played with my asshole and then sucked whatever ive put in there. I pulled down his trackies and pressed my lips against his throbbing bellend. I felt his hands on the back of my head as i pushed my head down, only managing half before. She had ordered some pizza for dinner, and she made it sort of clear that there was to be no making out until then.I understood, and she led me to her parents’ bedroom where we sat talking. The bed was large enough to accomodate someone as big as me, and she had made sure that the curtains were drawn so nothing was visible. She had switched on the AC, so as to cool the room. As we sat talking, the doorbell rang and the Pizza guy had arrived. She asked me to sit while she got the pizza and we.