" She reached over and pulled the pants down to my knees. "What the...?" I gasped, taken by surprise and not really knowing what to do. I didn't even ...have time to be embarrassed. My underwear had been pulled down as well and just barely coved my goodies. I stood there like a dope who had been pantsed in the hallway at school. "Oh don't be silly!" was her response to my inarticulate remark. "Here, try these on." she told me, handing me another pair that, frankly looked just like the first. I was. ”He started turning her around. Her head was still leaning on the door, her eyes still closed, but she was facing him now. He wanted that skinny neck of hers and kissed every inch of it, sucking on parts of it. He ran his fingers inside the waistband of her leggings.“I don’t want to get caught and fuck things up,” she said, a tear coming down her cheek.He noticed it. “Hey, sh.” He held her tighter. “Sh. We won’t get caught.”He held his cock in his hand and rubbed it against her between her. In the elevator, his voice had suddenly dropped half an octave as he told her he was going to, “…lick a long, slow river of mouth heat up along your calf…” “I want…,” she groaned with mounting resolve, her fingers banding together to grind hard circular sweeps over her distended lips and clit. “…to the inside where your legs bends….and then along your thigh in wandering circles…” “Oh…fuck, I want…,” she moaned to herself. Two of Shana’s fingers sought the wet grip of her sheath, driving. What? Some set period of time?" Yes," she answered, a little more firmly, as if for the first time, she thought that he might actually go along with the scheme. "Something like a one-for-one hourly swap. If it took you, say, ten hours of hypnosis, then I could ... um ... be yours sexually for ten hours. You know? Or something like that." She sat for a moment in deep contemplation, her tears finally forgotten. "Or we could agree on two-for-one, since I don't have much experience." She blushed..