...” I continue…“I need to feel your hands on me!”He says, “OK”, but it doesn't register and my begging continues.” I need to feel you ...ard cock in my hand, in my mouth, in my pussy!”“Is that enough?!?!?”It is then I realize he has agreed already. “Call when you are exiting the Highway”I quickly grab the closest thing to throw on, a strapless dress that shows my ample breasts to the best advantage. I never wear panties, so that was all there was. I grab my purse, keys and a wrap for my. Then it only made sense, because the others were still talking, to move away a little so we didn't interrupt them.He had to be an older student. His dick was thick and more than two hands could hold. He leaned against a couch on one side of the room and I put into practice all those skills I'd learned with the guys in our group. Then, because his dick was looking so tempting, I straddled his hips and lowered myself onto him.Oh!There is nothing, and I mean nothing quite like the feel of a hard. ............................CHAPTER ONEA STORY BY TOR MELATICHAPTER ONEJayne leaned against the rail that ran the length of her veranda and surveyed the magnificent estate that stretched into the distance. She could see the lush green paddocks and stable areas to the east, and on the other side of the lake, to the south, the laboratory complex. It was tea time so most of the staff would be in the mess hall that was attached to the living quarters further over to the west. The main entrance. "W-what?" I said, completely taken unawares."Give me your bag," he said putting pressure on my neck again. I held my handbag out for him to take. He removed his hand from my neck and opened my bag. I was free, I could run, but I knew I couldn't, I knew he would catch and kill me; he pulled out an old bill and read the address."Donna Kelly of Kingston Place, is that you?" he asked."Y-yes," I croaked."Good," he smiled again, "I'll see you again soon." He gave me my bag back, then turned to walk.