"No I never said-" Charles said. "Yeah you do, you little fucking shit!! Hearing you complain about, 'oh poor me, I was bullied at my last school cause i have learning disabilities, boohoo'," she mocked his voice, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" Charles felt very upset as to what was happening and began crying. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!!?!" screamed Bridget. Charles was crying to himself and felt afraid to respond at all, having never seen her like this. He tried as quickly as he could to stop crying but the tears wouldn't stop. He looked up and saw a frightening look on Bridget's face. She had this most evil smirk on her face. Charles tried to pull his wrists free but couldn't. Bridget quickly showed Charles more of her strength when she slapped him "GET ON MY BED NOW!" she yelled. Charles quickly got up and scurried over to her bed in fear of making her more angry. Bridget pushed Charles on the bed and straddled Charles's waist and sat there on top of him, pinning him public on her bed. Charles was now clearly terrified of what was about to happen. He'd never had a girlfriend and didn't think girls acted like this on a normal basis. He struggled with all his might to get free, but Bridget had him snugly between her thick womanly thighs. Watching Charles struggle was turning Bridget on immensely and she wasn't sure she'd be able to control herself if he kept it up. Charles eventually stopped moving and submitted to the feeling of Bridget's warm thighs pinning him down. "Good boy" Bridget said. "Uuuuugggghhhhhh!!" grunted Bridget; her excitement was getting the better of her. "OH GOD!!" She just had to rearrange herself. Charles watched as Bridget's hand went to her short skirt. From his angle it almost looked like she was readjusting herself, but that's not right... She lifted slightly and then sighed. When she sat back down that's when Charles noticed something odd on his chest, I must be imagining things... he thought to himself. He looked up to Bridget and she japanese was smirking. A look of horror fell on Charles's face. This isn't right... Bridget kept her gaze down at Charles and then slowly grabbed the bottom of her short skirt. Being the horny teenager that he was, Charles watched Bridget's hands as they slowly pulled her skirt up looking on terrified. Nervously he peered under Bridget's skirt until her pink panties were revealed. Charles was pantyhose left speechless as he saw a pair of balls and a cock-head peeking out the top of her panties. Bridget quickly put her hand over his mouth and grinned hugely, "Quiet now Charlie! I haven't had a boyfriend in such a long time!" she said too calmly. “How does that feel, slut? Her fingers pushed into my ass, curled at the knuckles and pulled apart, stretching me open, sending public a blast of searing pleasure deep into my colon. She could turn her clit into a cock. Her full thighs pressed against my head as she thrust her hips, feeding me more of her honey. “That’s a good boy. Like you japanese said, I still have a dom side.” I gave a sigh of relief and laughed with her. “Fine,” I said then grinned. Jack asked me about my work. My cock’s head pressing firmly against her G spot as pantyhose she sways side to side for a moment. She's also had plenty of opportunities to kill them and hasn't done it. The book she was reading sailed across the room, missing my head by less than an inch.