Thirty-Six

Camilla

Hours turned into a day, and I was super uncomfortable and uneasy in George's house. Fortunately, he didn't ask for a blowjob or sex, and I was glad he wasn't entirely stupid.

He worked from home and sat behind his desk all day, and his mom had gone to a convention, which suited me fine.

After spending the day by myself, George came downstairs in the evening when I was watching TV. I became uncomfortable and sat up, eyeing him warily.

“Baby, let's go shopping. I want to spoil you with the finer things in life. He walked over, put his arm around my shoulders, and hugged me tight. His lips were on mine, and before I could get out an objection, his fingers were stroking my hair.

He kept kissing my neck, and I fought the urge to gag. He stopped and looked at me expectantly.

“You should be resting. Don't worry about me,” I said, looking down at my hands fidgeting on my lap. “And I think I should go home now. I'm not comfortable staying here anymore."

“I insist,” he said and leane