“No, I’ll be right back.” I say, hoping she doesn't follow me, but knowing that she is supposed to. I rushed up the stairs and took off my shirt. Right on cue, she walked into my room. “You shouldn't be in here.” I said, as I took a towel, and dried the water off my chest.
“And why not? I just came to help you,” she says, and takes the towel from me. She starts wiping the rest of the water off and I cringe. I am very happy she is using the towel and not touching my skin. But then this b***h drops the towel and reaches for my pants. I grab her hands and spin her around roughly so her back is to me.
She looks back at me and smirks. “You should leave. You shouldn't start something you can't handle.” I said and squeezed her arms a bit. “Ooh, you have a kinky side. I like it. I can handle alo
