Much to my disappointment he made no attempt to seduce me, and after two more days of the same, I decided to get creative, I wanted Ben, and I had to ...get him.It was Thursday, and as soon as I got home from school I went to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I spent at least an hour taking pictures of myself in clothed, semi-naked, and completely nude states, and some which were more than filthy I'm sure. I slipped into some comfortable clothes and made my way to my bedroom. Grabbing my. I lay atop the covers, the cool evening air tickling my skin and cooling my hot body. A shiver ran down my spine as one of my hands slithered down my body. This time I did not bother to tease. I slid two fingers into my wet slit and began jerking them about. Soft moans flowed past my lips as my eyes fluttered shut.It was a great feeling to be able to pleasure myself without constant fear of my illness pulling me deep into slumber. I could focus all of my attention on the joy that filled me; on. I would clean the last dish, and place it delicately on the drying rack, pleased that I was able to complete my task despite all the wonderful distractions. You would then take a step back, drop your pants, and firmly order me to get on my knees, the sound of your voice changing from a soft whisper to a stern and dominant tone.The sudden change in your voice would cause me to jump a little, making me nervous, but aroused at the same time. I would turn around slowly, looking up at you, seeing. We were dancing and kissing each other. We were so high and didn’t know how much drunk we were. And we could barely walk to our room.We were going to our room through the hallway and I happen to search the room key. But I could not find it. She had a lot of vodka shots. She didn’t know what she was doing. I was drunk as well. She decided to help me find the room key. She was kissing me and started to remove my shirt in search of the key.She could not find it. Slowly she started removing my pant.