Keith reached over and grabbed my wrist, pulling me close to him. His grip was painful and made me cry out softly.
"Maybe I should put my hat in your ring. What do you think, little school girl? Do you wanna know what it's like to be with a real man?" Keith invited lewdly.
"No, please… just let me go," I pleaded with him.
"No, babe. You don't want to go. You want a real man between those juicy thighs of yours," he solicited me as he ran a hand up my leg towards the area he was speaking about.
With my free hand, I smacked his hands away and tried to pull away again helplessly.
"Let me go," I croaked out. "Let me go, and I won't tell anyone."
"Tell them what? That you are a little slut lifting your skirt for any man who asks you to? Because if you say one damned word, tha
