Samantha didn’t understand where she was. She was awake but couldn’t remember going to sleep or waking up. She was laying on a table like the exam...tables at her gynecologist, Doctor Harvey. Everything was white, though, and empty. There were no walls, just a white table on a white floor that went off into forever. She was naked, too, laying on the table with her feet up in the stirrups. She could move her head and look around but was otherwise paralyzed. She could feel, though, just not move.. I hesitate. Have I gone too far? Your body answers my question as your ass grinds against my cock with greater urgency. I can feel the heat between your legs. My fingers tentatively explore over the fabric of your panties and still your ass grinds against me. Are you awake? As my fingers probe your most secret place, I feel the wetness begin to seep through the fabric. Your body is awake. Wide awake. Your body is speaking to me of desire, and passion, and heat. My fingers. I said, "Nice to meet you Mori. I am Joe." Mori asked me what brought me to KC. I ask her why she does not think I am a local. She said my accent is too southern. I confessed and told her about meeting with the local engineering firm. I asked her if her friends were going to miss her and she said no, they would not realize she was gone till morning. She had arrived alone and they would not worry. She asked if I had plans after dinner. When I said no, she asked if I liked to dance. "Sure," I. I’d be embarrassed to tell you how old I was when I became sexually active.“I just want to make sure Sam is going into this with her eyes wide open and she realizes she can get hurt and probably will, a lot. And I want her to be careful until she’s safe. I’m sorry if this conversation makes you uncomfortable. But these are things that have to be said. If you’re man enough to have sex with my daughter you’re man enough to hear them.”“Now, I’m tired of sounding like an old harpy. You’re a good.