He was sucking my lips. I removed his t-shirt, and he removed mine.He grabbed my boobs and started kissing my nipples one by one. He sucked my right b...oob while pressing the left boob and vice versa. He kissed on my cleavage in the middle.I was moaning. His hands were moving over my buttocks. He grabbed them tightly and whispered, “Get ready to be my slut, you bitch?” He held me tight from my hair and made me kneel down. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear.What I. He made me stroke his shaft while his hand swore kneading my boobs painfully. I complained a couple of times and he slapped me again telling that I was no decent girl but a call girl who spreads her thighs for money and he was paying me so better make him happy.When he was completely erect he mounted me and spread my legs open. His mouth was pressed against mine while his hands were kneading my breasts to which he seemed to have taken special fancy. He pushed his dick in my chut and started to. " Bob said. Then he nodded and went "unhuh, unhuh" several times, finishing with "OK, man. Really appreciate it. I'll tell her. Yea. Later man." Bob handed the phone back to me, "He said to tell you he would call back later. Where is your computer? I'll only be a minute." He looked me up and down. "Like the shoes," he smiled, almost smirked, his eyes stopping where my pussy was hiding beneath my robe. "Bedroom." I said, and pointed down the hallway.He turned and walked toward the bedroom,. “I find it hard to believe that an 18-year-old has never been on a date with a boy. Is it really true?”“A boy named Richard King asked me out once, and I said ‘No.’ The next day at school, my best girlfriend Sandra Carlisle told me that he was bragging that he got a BJ from me. To this very day, I don’t know what that means.”Could my sister really be this naïve?I moved to my desk chair, settled in, and asked, “Didn’t mom ever tell you about boys?”“I know about the birds and the bees, we never.