This lady and I are friends with benefits. She invited me to come to her house. This day, she was precipitating things and started giving me BJ, and all of a sudden she said she’s going to pick something outside. Luckily, I dressed up and went to her kitchen to dish food. As I was in the kitchen, I would hear loud noise from her gate—three men and a lady holding their phones, doing video. As they entered her room, they didn’t see me. One was shouting, “Where is that useless boy?” They came to the kitchen, saw me swallowing EBA and soup. One among them burst out laughing; another one gave me better slap, asking me what am I doing in his girlfriend’s apartment?” They collected my phone, checked our conversation, couldn’t find anything suspicious.
One of them blew me on my mouth saying, “You wan f€ck our chairman, babe? You get mind?” (Toto when don hear kpim for my hand normally.) Inside me, I laughed. The lady was crying as everything was going on. One among them said, “Free the guy, na hunger carry am come here, shey this one when never chop go fit f*ck.” That guy was my savior that day. I no fit go woman house for my life again. I have been thinking if it’s the lady that set me up or if it was the boyfriend texting me with her phone to come over. The lady has been begging me to forgive her. I’ve already invited her to come over this weekend for goodbye f*ck. If I didn’t see tears, I won’t leave her, ‘cause my lip still swell up like this. Na cap I wear since.
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