"Not too bad."She couldn't be suggesting what I thought."So sweet lips, have you ever sucked a cock?"My jaw dropped. "No, no; I'm not gay." What kind... of question was that,did I look gay? Maybe letting Camille buy me a drink was a mistake."Okay," she shrugged. "But look at me, do I look like a guy?"She definitely didn't, she was gorgeous; as she took a sip of her ownbeer she left a chocolate coloured lipstick stain on the glass. If I hadnot seen the bulge in her tight leather pants I would. She said he was very upset and in tears. She sent Will home and talked to Michael for a while. Michael went to the spare room and she came in to see how I was.”Despite all that I was learning and trying to get my head around, it still stung me when Maggie referred to “our bedroom”. I thought our bedroom was upstairs in our house. I moved apart from Maggie and we looked at each other and I saw that her eyes were red and there were tears running down her cheek. My heart melted. I never. What if I get beat?I had wandered off a little imagining the outcome of the match but I regained my confidence and said, Ohh bring it on babe. You know it is your ass on the line? She smiled and replied, same to you bitch. you worry about your own ass. We rounded up in a couple of minutes and we’re ready to go. She came right at me to attack me but I pushed her away easily. I kept laughing and dirty talking. ‘ you don’t stand a chance against me bitch. Tonight I’m fucking your ass finally’, I. At least her rapist was going for pleasure and not pain.But then she remembers other things about her rapist. How he was covered in a thin film of oil over a furry pelt, the mane around his head, and his face- oh my god! That's not a human face! Her pussy was dripping from the pleasure but her mind suddenly snaps to an image of fear. What the fuck was it that raped her?Finally getting back to her car, she tries to get her seatbelt on to get to a hospital when there's an unexpected obsticle. She.