He was sure to be seen by someone he knew and how would heexplain all of this to the desk clerk to get a key to his room?So it was that an hour later,... he found himself in front of a seedylooking desk clerk in a rundown hotel in a not very good part of town.He had been forced to ask for directions a couple of times, removing thepanties from his mouth each time. He knew he had to replace them as hewas sure that somehow Mistress was watching. Each time he waspropositioned for much more than just. I did notice my walk was a lot more… confident, for lack of a better word? Blushing furiously I made my purchases, stuffed them in a brown paper bag, and scurried out the door. Back home, I rushed to my room and looked at my new purchases: a blue ‘Slim-line’ dildo, a ‘Jelly Dong’ dildo with a suction cup and Shibari lubricant. The slim-line dildo was very straightforward with a small head, minimal ridges and veins on it, slim (around one inch in diameter), and really long, about twelve inches. The woman even smelled good, which always turned me on. My lust for her was one of more than simply beauty; she was ladylike, seductive, sensual. Being seventeen years old, I knew I would never have the chance, but I had my fantasies.Bobby and I were only a month away from graduating high school. We were saddened to learn that we had both been accepted to separate colleges. I was going to the hometown college and gladly so, as I didn't want to leave. Bobby was going to a university two states. I took them to get tested for infections and for pregnancies. I paid for them to receive their HIV Antibody screening when the ninety days are up and they can do the test. I’m helping them find strength in each other and I’m helping them see that they did nothing wrong. No one else has lifted a finger to help them.”“We would if we knew who they were,” Mr. Peterson said helplessly.“That shouldn’t matter. There’s things you can do to help without identifying them.”“Like what?” he asked.