Now, I had to wonder if there was more to it than that. A thought hit me then. An inspired, wonderful, terrifying thought. Before I could think about ...it and change my mind, I lifted my skirt, and tugged my panties down, peeling them from my soft, pale thighs, and stepping out of them, careful not to let them touch the linoleum tiles. “Here. Meet me here again after class?” Not waiting for an answer, I slipped out of the stall, closing it firmly shut behind me, and fled, wondering how I’d make. Even though it is a darker shade, I could see perfectly. We were trapped in a supply closet. Amy was still mentally freaking. Going from alien attack, to drugging to take her organs, and a lovely little fantasy rape. Wow, what a little freak. Who knew the angelic, black haired, blue eyed, freckled faced, petite little lady before my was into bondage. I could sense her getting wet. I came up behind her. Rapping, my arms around her waist. I moved my head slowly to her hair. I smelled lake water. Her legs were out of this world. They seemed to go on forever. She stroked her strapon like it was real flesh. He approached her with confidence. He had sucked his own toys enough to know exactly how to do it. He had prepared himself to deepthroat dildos that didn't look humanly possible to swallow.His assault was calculated. He wanted to show her a cocksucker like she had never seen before. He had often fantasized what it would be like to have such a huge dick and he had practiced sucking his. He was always the guy who had a stack of Playboys and even hung up some of the centerfolds in his room. On days we were hanging out at his house, Cindy was always checking out the girls in the photos and making comments. I would always tell her that she more than compared to any of them. The day that I took things to the next level, there were only the three of us, Cindy, David and myself hanging out in his room. I steered the talk to some of the pictures of the girls and commented on some of.