She was tall, and skinny. She wasn't muscular per se, but was athletic in build. She had dark hair eyes and skin. Though her brother was of a lighter ...complexion, more on his mother's Germanic side, she took her father's dark African genes. We underestimated how much the bouncers cared about age, and eventually deiced to peruse getting drunk though other means. We bought a ton of beer and headed to a guy's condo a bit outside the city to circumvent our drinking issues. I also remembered being. He threw me to the bed, holding my face into the pillow until I stopped struggling. He let me up enough to breathe again and I waited to see if I had an escape.I could not go anywhere; I knew it. I wanted to move, but my body would not listen. When he locked the door, I knew I was stuck. He came to me and laid his body full on mine.The pressure was almost unbearable.He did not say a word. It made me frightened in a whole new way. The silence was terrible.I heard the tinkle and clink of his belt. "Would it help make amends if I fondle myself a bit, proud to show off?" Yes, that's an excellent idea, before you get proper shoes. Pinch and pull your nipples so that they look even more like ripe strawberries. Do not be gentle." She breathed faster. Her nipples lengthened."Go and prepare yourself, and then go into your bedroom. For a change, no stockings. You will not need to walk far at all, and, after all, you have heel enhancements. I expect you to be in shoes with at least six-inch. Sometimes, I still cry a lot about them. These tears were more bitter than any of the others. Amazing, in a way. Selfish. The phone rang again. I could feel the re-bar in my arm tearing new meat as I pushed myself to reach the phone. I touched it. It felt good. It felt like life. My finger touched a button and the ringing stopped. Had I turned the phone off? No, I heard a voice. It sounded like a choir of angels, even though I could tell it was only one woman. ‘Tina, Tina, are you there? It’s.