Chapter 8

“Let go,” I screamed.

“Let me suck your tits,” she insisted.

“Get away from me,” I yelled.

“What’s wrong?”

“Wrong? Wrong! I thought you were Lessie,” I babbled.

“Lessie. Yeah, right! Everyone can see the two of us are so alike.”

“I didn’t know. I was blindfolded.”

“Oh, come on now. Who are you trying to kid?”

“I didn’t.”

“You knew! The way you screamed for me to keep on fucking you. You loved it when I sank that dildo deep into your cunt, didn’t you?”

“No!”

“Bullshit. You weren’t acting when I was fucking you. You loved it.”

It was true, but I couldn’t tell her that, or anyone, for that matter. There had been something animalistic about her, something primal. It took all my willpower not to open my legs to her and beg her to take me again.

“Get out,” I screamed. “What on earth did you think you were doing, coming here like this? How did you even know I was here?”