“Where the f**k do you think you are going?” Julie asked.
“Back to my room, um, I thought I heard water, but I guess not, so I’ll see you….”
“Shut up and put your hands behind your head, Michael,” Julie demanded.
“What…I, uh, what…?”
Debbie walked over and held up a photograph. It was a picture of Michael with a pair of panties on his face, jeans around his ankles, hand on his d**k with c*m spurting out the end.
“What…when, um, I mean…”
“Not very articulate are we, Michael?” Debbie said quietly, “Now, put your hands behind your head and listen.”
Michael reluctantly put his hands behind his head, letting his pants fall to the floor. His mind definitely did not understand what was going on here, but just that one picture of him would ruin him and it seemed, by the way they were acting
