As you attempt to grab a glass to drink, you felt yourself slowly being bent down onto the kitchen counter. You felt a familiar presence pressed against your back, with one hand on your hip and the other on your lower back.

Michael smirked, and then proceeded to press your body down further onto the counter with your body pinned, and rear up and close to against his hypogastric region. Then the taunting German male added: "Look how you're already bending over f'me, you little schlampe."