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“I don’t get what’s so special about them that makes you girls swoon.” “Girl—everything!! They look like Greek gods! Have you seen those abs? That’s why I love P.E! And when they sing...” She trailed off into a daydream. “They sing?” “They’re a musical band. They call themselves DRAKE.” “What kind of name is that? Drake is already someone’s name.” “It’s an acronym—D.R.A.K.E. Dexton, Ray, Ashton, Eric. The ‘K’ stands for Kelly.” “Who’s Kelly?”

Drake “It's master, call me master bitch, relax you are going to enjoy my cock in your anus. His moans and my scream can be heard in the room, I feel so disgusting “Hey stop screaming, you are disturbing me and deviating me away from my pleasure, be good, or I will summon all my men to join in the fun, fucking your ass as well” he threatens me. I instantly stop screaming or yelling, I never protest again. “That's good baby girl, he whispered as he started fucking my anus at a fast pace.

“You are ridiculous, bros. He probably has not regained his memories yet. Give him some time, “Drake suggested. “I really wished that was the case, Drake. But one minute I hear he regains part of his memory, the next minute he looses it again” Michael complained bitterly. “I feel your pain to, bro. Why don't we go take coffee?” Drake proposed. “I would prefer we take beer” Michael brought up another idea. “Ohh! Someone wants to rip away the pains they are having. Let's go, I know just the perfect place we should go” Drake recommended. ***

The timeline was wrong. Just recently, Drake had attended public events and conferences, yet Bob had already been bedridden and near death. How could that be? Bradley said, lowering his voice, “From what I know, Drake is always accompanied by two people. One of them—if needed—can become Drake. He’s skilled in disguise. He uses some special material to create artificial skin, and with makeup, he can completely transform into someone else. He can even change his voice.” So that was the truth.

"Must come with maturity." "That's it," I turned from him, opening up the front door. "I'm out of here." "You gonna call your little boy toy Tyler or something?" he jeered. "Mr Gray is the furthest thing from my boy toy, Mason. That was a cheap shot and you know it." He was silent, knowing full well that there was nothing more that he could say. "I hope you find someone who can make you happy, Mase, because god knows that person isn't me."

Drake said all dreamy eyed. “Aahh... dad stop... we don’t need any kinda of image of that.” Chase groaned. “Lalalalalalalalalalala...” Caleb and Remi were sing loud with their fingers in their ears. “Oh, grow up!” Drake laughed. “Remi, really, you have a mate.” “That doesn’t mean I want to hear about my parents...” she trailed off. “Get’en it on.” Chase finished for her wiggling his hips.

‘He is a fucking idiot,’ Drake barks, his frustration cursing through me. “If this is some kind of game to get a reaction out of me… You can fucking have it,” he finally growls. But instead of getting into the water, he storms out.

Red gown that stopped below my ass, sleeveless hands, and a cleavage that exposed my very small boobs, and a perfect full lips that could wrap perfectly around any cock. My hand shook, but I scrambled for my phone and hurriedly checked my socials with a pounding heart. Behold, the image on his phone was the same picture I posted on my I*******m. My lashes fluttered and I blinked, trying to process it. I was trying to see his cock. Not for the size but to confirm that he was really stroking himself. I want to believe, but how can I believe that my bestfriend’s Dad who hates me with every ounce of himself, is standing here in the lower standard, living room, stroking his cock and moaning my na

"You don't?" "No." Vanessa gasped dramatically. "The man lives in your head rent-free, and you don't even have his picture?" "Oh, stop." "I'm serious." Chloe picked up her phone from the bedside table. "Wait." She unlocked the screen. "Oh..." "There it is." "What?" "His I*******m." Vanessa burst into laughter. "Oh my goodness." "What?" "You're stalking a married man." Chloe's mouth fell open. "I am not!" "You went straight to his I*******m."