.. no, maybe not."Like a fool I fell for his ploy and 'persuaded' him to tell me his thought."Okay," he grinned, "you asked for it. I just thought it ...would be nice if you entertained us." How?" I asked.In the pause that followed I felt my pussy gushing, had a strange man walked in the door and told me to have sex with him I would have leapt on him, how much more open I was to the wiles of those I loved."Well you could take off your clothes." Martin grinned across the room at me."Okay." I. I guess our hormones are out of the starting blocks, before the boys testicles have dropped.I am not advocating this is the norm for all girls, but one thing I had a naughty habit of doing, was pressing my crotch into an edge or riding something between my thighs.My clitoris, (See my photos) is not large nor are my labia, petite they say, like petals, delicate and sensual, point is, that for all the the abuse they received, they remained virginal in appearance.My earliest recollection to the. Maybe a meeting room with a real table and a dozen chairs. I'd have to find out just how much money is available. Best not let my fantasy life run away.Back in the office, I realized that it was far too late to call Canberra and, as it was Wednesday, I'd have to do it first thing on Friday — tomorrow I'd be at SciTech. So I asked Mona to bring two mugs of coffee and sit down. I narrated my meeting with Sue Carr at Seven and then my meeting with the Dean."You've had a busy day," Mona said."Yes.. Barnes she originally envisioned. Somehow she was human now. Sue cracked open the water and started drinking it down. She was hungry too, but one thing at a time. She didn’t recognize the handwriting. It looked male for some reason. The note said that Cindy went to get her some clothes and that she should see Maya–wrong in so many ways starting with ‘Why Cindy?’ Not her first choice as someone to pick her clothes. Why was she left alone? Regardless, she was trapped here for now it seemed. Why.