As he was dutifully cleaning the inner sole of Goddess’s left shoe, where micro-spots of white substance indicated that indeed, some of the coke was... still incrusted, Boris began to feel something he had not experienced with coke before, a strong sense of need, not the kind that goes along with sexual desire or such, but an imperious necessity for something else, a real hunger, a craving for relaxation and mind drift.In a flash, Boris could only jokingly think how ridiculous it would be if he. I was so embarrassed and humiliated. When they were done he told me to put on my pants and go to our room. He told me, in front of all his friends that I should remove all my clothes, stand at the end of the bed with my hands clasped behind my head and to wait for him. I stood there like that for two hours while him and his buddies got drunk. When he finally came into the bedroom I could tell he was good and drunk. I hated when he was drunk cause he’d get a hard on that would last. "Would it be too much for her to just hold onto something good tonight? Would it be too much to wish that for just tonight, they actually had something together, something that would and could last. Just for tonight."Stephanie wanted to talk to you before we left. She's taking the fed back to his motel tonight." He was only slightly mollified.Michelle had to laugh at him, he was rolling his eyes and making obscene faces. "Hey, they might make a good couple." Yeah, if you could get past the part. ..how it feels for...for the 'other side'?" You mean, do I ever wonder what sex feels like for a woman?" you ask. She nods quickly, and you say, "Well, yeah, I guess I have wondered what it feels like for you. I guess if I could better understand what you're experiencing, then I'd be able to better please you."This suggestion brings a smile to her prettily blushing face."Well?" you ask."Well what?" How about you? Do you ever wonder what it's like..." What it's like to have sex as a man?" she.