I want to feel that thing inside me,” and she grabbed my cock again. In the darkened room I could feel myself smiling broadly and began making mysel... decent. **** Katja’s story ‘Jesus, I was bored!’ I thought morbidly as I looked around the hotel’s dingy function hall housing the rugby club’s annual disco. The room was anything but festive, despite the best efforts of the committee. I know, I know it’s easy to criticize when you haven’t done anything to help but really. Despite being. "Thanks for coming," she said and waved for us to have a seat."What's this all about?" I asked."And where is our mother?" Your mother?" Miss Pomeroy looked puzzled."Isn't this about our participation in The Program?" I asked, but began to realize that maybe it wasn't. Maybe there was a bit of hope after all."Should she be here?" the principal asked. "Why would she be here?"Jennifer and I looked at each other, more curious now than anything else."I guess..." I just thought that..." Hmph." Miss. I wasat least spared the embarrassment of having to ask what my sizewas, because she told me ("38C" and "medium").Inside, I went straight for a white satin lacy thong bikini thatone of my old girlfriends (Stacy, I think it was) had that Iloved. I always thought the thong riding up between her buttcheeks was a little degrading, strangely suggestive of otherthings being inserted between two bits of flesh, and I thinkthat's why I loved it on her. For that reason, I would never weara thong myself,. Oldham bragged to the banker about my football prowess and I savored the attention. The men talked about world affairs, the stock market and business trends. The ladies talked about fashion trends and why they hated pantyhose. I half-listened to both conversations, with my ears tuned to Alice's laugh.I was inspecting the innards of my grilled Reuben sandwich when I felt a familiar hand graze my neck and slide down to my chest."Hello Alice, how's the job?" Mr. Oldham asked. I felt the hand pat.