I flicked my hands dry then exited the bathroom while shutting off the light. I crossed the kitchen again, gazed at my roommate, and then went back to... my room. The door closed completely and I had taken off my boxers. I loaded up a yoga video on my computer and got into my crossed-legged position. I brushed the hair out of my face, and put my eyes on the computer screen. I watched the fit female yoga instructor uncross her legs and get into a tabletop position. I followed along. As I was on my. I could feel my cock starting to get harder as I reached for the towel. Fred dried himself off and then told me to turn around and he would get my back. As I turned he took my towel out of my hands and began to wipe my back. And then I got a surprise as he reached around with the towel and “dried” my cock and balls off. Now I felt confused, light headed and more than just a little turned on. I grabbed my clothes and got dressed while I mumbled some thanks to Fred for the use of his pool. As I. There was another excruciating blow to my head. The crazy woman used a steel frying pan taken off the shelf where there were several other sizes and manufacturers to choose from, including Pyrex, Corning Ware and an unidentified brand made of plastic, and smashed it into my skull. She was completely out of control and dangerous, but the body I was just thrust into was so injured from the first blows that I couldn’t seem to find the strength to move out of the way. “You stupid, worthless,. He immediately began fingering her again, and her hips moved from side to side as he toyed with her pussy. She spread her legs for him and watched her face in the mirror as his hands worked under her. She was breathing heavily, and he could tell she was getting close to an orgasm. ‘Look at that slut in the mirror. Look at her face as she’s about to cum all over a man’s hands.’ He blew her hair out of the way, and pulled the collar of her shirt down her shoulder with his teeth. He kissed her.