" she cooed. "So unless you want to have a dry weekend, you really should consider this carefully." "Well, I'm sure as hell not getting shutout this w...eekend," I said with certainty, "but out of curiousity, how far do you plan to go with Mr. Furniture Guy?" As Krista began to slowly unbutton my shirt she told me in her sexiest voice "well, honestly, probably further than we've been before with anyone." I felt her tongue on the skin of my chest as she started to trace downward on my body. Knowing. "Watch..."The blonde suddenly reappeared, arms and legs flailing wildly as she flew across the hall and slid into the wall. She was naked, now, and didn't seem to do anything to cushion her fall. Two men came out of the room and one shoved her flat on the floor with his boot. He said something; his voice too low for the monitor to pick up."Shit me! I kicked her black and blue!" the other, larger man said, much louder.They walked around the blonde lying on the floor. She looked up and said. I stammered, "Sorry, I..." "Sorry about what? I have a thing forpantyhose on my girls and I love that you wear them under jeans," Natesaid in a breathy, whisper. I blushed, being called one of his "girls"was both exciting and a bit emasculating. What was I doing on my back,kissing a Man? I started to get cold feet, after all, I am a straightguy; I like girls. "Nate, can we slow down?" I said. "I'm getting scaredhere." "Sure," Nate said, as he rolled off of me, "but, I have to tellyou. When one of comedians started picking on audience members, and singled out Sara, she almost died of embarrassment. He kept asking her about what she liked to do in bed. Of course, she wouldn’t answer, so he jokingly started suggesting things, dirty things, to her. Did she suck cock? Did she swallow? How many times did she take it up the ass? The jokes he made at her expense made the audience laugh, but these questions made her blush deeply. She wouldn’t answer, nor could she move. She.