.There was no way out. It was too late now to change my mind.I had time to try to make sense of my situation.I was about to live out my wildest fantas...y and darkest nightmare. I wasnervous, apprehensive, .... a little scared....but, if I was being honestwith myself, I was loving it.Sarah seemed to be reading my mind. She looked into my eyes and saw mysexual fantasies. She seemed intuitively to know exactly what to do withme. What to do to make me squirm with erotic humiliation; how to make mego. Last semester I needed a C+ grade to pass US history and I made sure the day of the final exam that I was sitting in the front row and dropped my pencil on the floor. I unfolded my legs and bent slowly over to retrieve my pencil. My short skirt rode up and the history teacher, old Mr. Johnson got the view of a life time as he gazed upon the soft pinkness of my young pussy. My final grade was a B+.Last Friday afternoon my parents were making plans and calling their friends for the usual Saturday. Very…very hard. And he happened to have a very large one too. Very noticeable, hard not too…pardon the pun here. But his prick was tenting the sheet, seriously…just the way yours is doing now, only quite a bit more even. He was embarrassed obviously…but highly aroused too. I felt sorry for him. Very sorry. He’d been here nearly a week at this point, few if any visitors, mostly coworkers, unmarried as I’d eventually learned. Perhaps it was because he was. Because he was so attractive, and so. "The kid wants the manager out here. There're too many people for that. The longer we mess about the bigger the crowd." The radio crackled unintelligibly. He turned to me. "The manager'll be here in a minute," he tailed off talking to himself, but I still heard him say, "for all the good it will do you."About a minute or so later a man in his thirties, wearing an ill-fitting suit, came out from the door marked 'Private'. He looked impatient and walked quickly and purposefully towards us. His.