‘Have you forgotten?’ he asked, and reached into his jacket. He pulled out a slip of paper, unfolded it. It was an Internet printout from the bull...etin board Gary had set up. ”One dozen fresh red roses, a bottle of champagne, limousine ride, semi-formal dinner, hotel suite, candles and soft music.’ That’s quite a list of stipulations, Alyssa.’ I was held captive by his eyes. ‘I just want it to be special,’ I said. He smiled warmly. ‘It will be,’ he said. ‘When is your next day off?’ I breathed. ”“Okay sweetheart, how much did you drink?”“I don’t know. I thought I was just going to have one drink, but it never seemed to get empty.”“So, you don’t remember how you lost your bra?”“I’m not sure. I kind of remember us girls daring each other to get topless and have pictures taken with him.” She paused a little bit then, “Oh shit, pictures…I don’t remember if anyone actually took pictures or not, we were all getting so wasted.”I bet some women would be checking their cell phones that morning. The feelings of the sexual pleasure erupted throughout my body like a volcano. I kept rubbing my pussy, but the pleasure I was experiencing was getting so incredibly intense, I couldn’t touch it anymore. My stomach began to convulse as if it wanted my hands to get away from my pussy and my legs pushed themselves up on each other. I just held my hand over my pussy and leaned onto my side with my other hand still grouping my breasts. I was breathing heavily as my orgasm ended. Suddenly, I heard. She finished her bath, and went out of the bathroom 45 minutes later. This girl was hot and desperate just like me, so the next day, I went over to her house on some pretext of borrowing books, and made friends with her. But I did not tell her I was seeing her in the nude, and that she had a little secret. This peeping continued for some time, and many times she would insert a thick test tube or a crude looking plastic dildo into her pussy. She would also massage one breast while masturbating..