.I collected my thoughts, gathered myself and went home, as I was done with what I needed to do there...beautiful ladies...Sweet dreams...day dreams e...ven.The next night, charming lady was there on her shift...we had our "hello", I went about my business...this time on my way out, I stopped for a little chat...I wanted to feed my fantasy...It was hungry. "Totally harmless"...I thought, as charming lady wielded her sexual charms all over our conversation. I wasn't even aroused...yet...I was done. Like a bad dream. But here, beneath his master's sheets, wrapped in her legs, he couldn't deny that it had happened. Brad fought back a sob as the previous night replayed in his mind. He felt horrible -- frightened, vulnerable, abused, and alone. But for the most part, aside from the pain, he felt deeply ashamed. Disgusted, by how he'd acted. The things the sorority girls had made him do and say. Ashamed of his weakness and the rapidity of his surrender and subjugation. Ashamed of the pleasure. ’ Kota said at one point. ‘Men just aren’t romantic. They don’t know how to be spontaneous.’ The two continued their conversation and left shortly after. Kota asked if Clark could take her home and he agreed. The statement made by Kota continued to prod at Clark’s conscience. He was coming around the bend to a very secluded beach when he quickly turned onto its pathway. ‘Where are you going?’ Kota asked apprehensively. ‘Being spontaneous and romantic.’ Clark responded. He parked the car on. I won’t lie, but I had a hard-on thinking about this XBabe. I could not see her profile pic, but I wish I could meet her from her response. But what was special to know was that Nisha wasn’t angry at me for viewing her soft jugs.Since they were not back, I decided to check out Nisha’s photo gallery. While I was going through them, I heard them coming through the door. I quickly kept the phone down. Nisha came back and picked up her phone. She looked at her phone, and I realized that I had left.