I was so embarrassed. I was relieved that I was left alone for a while. I could collect my thoughts and maybe walk out of here with some dignity. But ...then again, it was still only Saturday. I assumed that what he planned wasnt just for the weekend, but for life. Eventually, the door to my small room opened up. Brent stood there in leather pants. No shirt or shoes, and definitely no boxers. He looked calm and cool, in control. Well, he could control me with just a simple word. I didnt want to. Have your last fling before marriage." So this is Sherry's fault?" No, I know it was my fault but it didn't help to have her egging me on. It's just that when he came back and asked me to dance with him again it was to a slow song. While we danced, he pressed himself against me and I could feel him getting hard. He told me that having me so close was causing him to become aroused. I don't know why but when he asked me to go up to his room. I suggested that he come to my room instead. I swear I. You know how hard it is for me to… you know, actually open up and let people get close. So thank you.”He stepped closer to her and hugged her, and Emily froze up in shock. Is this… the first time he’s actually hugging me, instead of me just kinda forcing one on him? Why does this feel like… a goodbye hug?She was still in a confused daze as he tousled her hair playfully and headed back over to rejoin Chloe. Chloe, pretty and perfect in her Hera Victoria costume, gave Emily a bright, beautiful. "Yeah, I am wanting your cock, baby," replied Marsha.In less than thirty minutes, Mark was pressing the buzzer for Marsha's flat at the door downstairs. He had not noticed the flat number the previous week, but he knew it was on the second floor, and she was the only Marsha on the residents listing. He now knew that her surname was Roberts."Hey baby, come on up," said Marsha after Mark had confirmed who was buzzing.Mark hurried up the stairs, and a beaming Marsha was stood at her flat door..