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So I was confident the boy had more pain and humiliation coming his way this evening. “Jimmy” slowly opened the apartment door, and peeked out into the hall. It was empty. He breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped out into the hall, with the laundry hamper cradled in his arms. Not yet knowing what stairwells led where, he took the elevator down to the lobby. Big mistake. He stepped out of the elevator and crossed to the building directory, to see where the laundry room was. In the basement at the back of the building. He returned to the elevator, but it had been called to another floor. Not yet knowing any alternate routes, pretty Jimmy, in his tiny purple running shorts, slit up the sides all the way to the waistband, waited for the elevator's return. When the door opened, out stepped a couple of skinny Emo nerds. They took one look at Jimmy, and cracked up laughing. Jimmy blushed crimson, right down to his toes. When Jimmy tried to get on the elevator, one of the nerds put a restraining hand against his chest. The other came up behind the beautiful twink, and pulled his shorts down to his ankles. Jimmy's first impulse was to drop the hamper and beat the crap out of them. His second was to drop the hamper and pull up his shorts. The third was complete confusion. He wasn't sure what to do in this specific situation. But there was a hand in his chest. So he stood there and did nothing, lowering his head in abject humiliation, as the doors to the elevator closed. “So you're indian the new building bitch,” said the boy in front of him. “Very hot. That would probably make him feel really good.” I turned around to smile at him, trying to communicate my dissatisfaction with this whole thing without saying anything. I only started hearing you two-” He looked down at his watch. Besides the cars the place also had video games and indian even mini golf. Mindy dipped her finger in her mouth and coated it with her bubbling spit. “Considering my heritage, it’s strange that I’ve never tasted high-elf cock before.” She licked her lips, “Don’t you just love being a woman’s first time?” She stood up, her breasts finally popping free of their leather constraints, pressing together below her imperious stare. I’ll admit it, I cried like a little bitch. Though this sure as hell wasn’t any coyote,” said Harold. " I said trying to get myself to keep it from going further, despite honestly wanting to continue. This strategy is not really working now that I am also linked to her via these dam chains and clamps, as soon as either of us move even a little the chain pulls on our clamped nipples and my clit. But the temptation to experience just one more powerful "on-the-edge" explosive orgasm was too much for her. Her fuzz covered skin like a knit cap under my fingers. “It was hilarious, had us all in stitches. I stared down at her. John chose a Smith & Wesson .357 Dakota took hold of a smaller Smith 9mm that fit her hand. But I just can’t shake the feeling that all this crap happening around me is more important, but I don’t want it to be.” And tonight it looks like I’m going to lose my virginity by two smoking hot women. I see you as part of the family, I hope you know that” I say to her.