just like the upholstery on my older brother Rick’s sectional. As he walks toward me I can see how really massive he is. His big-ass chest is covered in this, like, total forest of hair. His body looks like some ‘super hero’ cartoon or something. Only hairy. He is way, way muscular. I notice that he is not actually wearing pants as much as he is wearing some kind of chaps or something that just touches the black leather jock-strap covering his gi-normous crotch. I notice that the jock strap has some kind of silver snaps or something on each side.

He walks toward me and reaches down with his monster hand and picks me up by my tank-top. I feel like one of my little sister’s dolls.

“Hello Bitch”

“Hey, dude” I say, all polite like.

I see the muscles in his wide, square jaw clench and tighten. Then he sorta smiles down at me. His dark eyes turn even blacker. I’m not gonna lie: this dude is totally freakin’ me out.

“I guess I’ll have to undress you myself”

He’s still smiling at me, but I am totally thinking that he is not happy.

I am frozen in place as he reaches up to my tank top with both hands and r-r-r-i-i-i-p-p-p-s-s-s the fabric into two pieces. Dang, that was my total favorite tank-top! What’s up ‘wit that? Then super-hero dude grabs the elastic at my shorts and yanks until each they also r-r-r-i-i-i-p-p-p into two pieces. Good thing I wore my ‘lucky’ jock strap or I would be, like, totally naked. I am not sure about this whole “tutoring” shit.

Just when I’m thinking this whole scene couldn’t get any worse, muscle-man grabs me by the hair and yanks me down to my knees.

“Lick my pouch, slave!”

“Lick……..wha?”