I just let it happen. How would you have handled it?”Last night on the elevator I ran into a similar situation, but how do I answer her question so ...she doesn’t run to the nearest clothing store. “Heather, I am sorry that there are still creeps out there that don’t respect your personal space. You could try sitting near the front part of the bus and when someone tries to touch you, you turn around and look them right into the eye and let them know that you do not appreciate being touched and if. I figured she would flip out, but she squealed and was fingering her cunt feverishly while I was telling her. She said, “lets do it, I’m ready!” I took her to the elevator and as soon as the doors closed she unzipped me and began to suck my cock with fury, she was like an a****l, I pulled her off and it was all I could do to control her. We got to the room and I pulled the blindfold from my pocket and put it on her. I told her she could back out now if she wanted to, but she explained while she. By early Monday I knew it was over. It was mess. There wasblood all over the sheets. My baby is dead. I took the remains andwrapped it in a towel. Just before sunup I snuck downstairs and buriedit in the Victory garden out back.I could barely make it back. I cleaned up as best as I could but themattress is soaked with blood. I slept in it anyway until mid-morning.The kitchen side door slammed shut so hard it woke me up. Mother Wmust have been mad at something but I didn't care a hoot about. It was quite flattering receiving compliments from Chrissie; a beach volleyball player who paid her way through college by modelling & from little Suzie, who had only just finished high school & was just adorable! We got many admiring toots & amorous comments from passing male motorists. Haha!Once the story was wrapped, we were heading back to the station. Little Suzie was driving & Chrissie & I were in the back of the van."How about we show our beautiful new playmate the scenic route, hon?".