At the office I was working on a project and my printer ran out of ink and I went to the supply room for a replacement cartridge. Upon my return there... was a letter on my chair.I opened the letter it stated, “You are invited to participate in Hot Luck Friday and your dish is Rose.” I assumed there was a misspelling and it should have read potluck. The letter did not make any sense. I glanced down the hallway and did not see anyone. I placed it off to the side of my desk.A new member was being. He didn’t honk but I’m pretty positive that he got a good view. We we got to the store and honestly we were both nervous but I reached up her skirt and could feel that she was wet even thru the panties. I got out when around the car and opens her door helping her out of the car her teasing me with a panty shot as she got out. We went inside and immediately had the attention of everyone there. Probably about 5 guys including the guy working there. I took her to the toys and while trying to pick. I want to stand in front of her; to confront her woman to woman. I want to shout into her smug, beautiful face, so gloriously captured and immortalised. I want her to offer me understanding, benediction and hope, because …“Oui, Suzanne, pour le moment c’est le mieux que je puisse faire.”Slowly I rise; uncomfortable, revealing my naked form once more to Robert and Jonathon’s leering inspection. I hate their hideous male presence in the cosseted, secure boudoir of my home. Despise the way they. About a year ago I was on the Internet constantly, talking to men in chat rooms.It was great; I could escape into a different world and become a different person.I used to tell them I was 23 years old, a size 10, with 38d breasts.When I went online I became Layler (my screen name) I was sexy as hell and all the men I talked to wanted to fuck me.I thrived on their want for me.Sometimes I got too involved and told them my real name.Eventually the relationships came to an end, as I got less and.