Two closed doors also in the room. The guard pushes me down, I try to protest, but he doesn’t reply. Leaving me there, locking the door behind. Time... passes, I think, wondering what is going to happen to me. Never had used drugs, never has even seen drugs before, or known anyone who uses. I don’t believe it, they must be wrong. It seems like an eternity, but the officer, who searched my bag, enters. Walking to me, roughly he pulls me up, standing in front of him, my hands cuffed behind my back,. There was some kind of emergency, the hospital needed his help. He apologized profusely, kissing her quivering lips quickly. Within minutes, he was dressed and off to work, leaving her alone to attend the rest of the party. She struggled through the rest of the evening wearing a false smile, seething with disappointment and anger on the inside. Finally, at around ten o’clock, the guests started to filter out. Lisa thanked them for coming, kissed every one on the cheek and promised to attend. We headed home around 11pm and she was really loose. Once in the house it was like a high school date. She pressed me against the wall kissing and grinding. We were both groping and grabbing. Then we were on the couch and clothes started coming off. I got her dress down exposing her breasts and started sucking her nipples. I also shoved my hand under her dress and into her panties rubbing her pussy. We were both really wound up and she was really wet. After about ten minutes of this we got up. She was pretty non-descript. Not too young or too old, good-looking without being beautiful, dark hair with a plain face. Probably spent her weeks minding the store and her evenings reading with some cats.He had walked into the store on a whim. It was a tiny space along the main street of the little college town. Dark, cramped, and overflowing with books, nick-knacks, and decoration. It was the sort of place the man thought that drew in hippies and goths and others outside of the norm. Why was.