The car turns the corner onto a dirt road, and the now jerky headlights illuminate the building. A wooden door and glinting window sit beside a net of... vines that weaves its way up the side of the white house and onto its roof. I look over at you, sitting on the seat beside me, and whisper, “We’re here.” I keep the car running and climb out to unlock the door and quickly survey the house. The only electricity I utilize is the ancient air conditioner below the windows. Instead of flipping on the. "I wanted to finally introduce myself; we've been living next to each other for two years now and I wanted to get to know you," he replied "Oh geez. Well, this is kind of sudden. We can go into my dining room for some sweet tea if you want?" I said to him. "Absolutely," he said with excitement. We continued a conversation for an hour and a half. I found out that his name is Trey, he's twenty-three years old and that he lives alone. I asked him if he could leave because I would be leaving soon. I waved to her as the bus pulled away and as soon as it did my mind was between my legs again. I walked as quickly as I could, I had about fifteen minutes to get my pussy as wet as fuck before I got screwed. I started to breath heavily, partly from the exertion and partly because of the situation that I would soon find myself in. My eyes felt heavy as I closed them, remembering the last time I was fucked in this way.I had instructions. He had told me what I should be doing when he came into the. “You had me going for a second,” she chuckled.“You have to remember, you wanted Harriet tonight, not Harry.” I reminded her.“You're right and I'm very pleased with her performance tonight.”“Thank you.”“But we're gonna have to work on how you handle your purse,” she went on.“What was wrong with it?”“You carried it like it was a bag of tools.”“Sorry.”Over the next half hour, Nancy had me practising carrying my purse. I quickly learned that there was more to it than just grabbing and going. That.