I think he felt a little bad for me because he knew I didn't have much. Jim was in his thirties and a pretty good looking guy (I can say that with mor... experience now). He and I were working on this special project and spending more late nights at the office and often just ran out for fast food. One night a friend of his brought us a nice take out dinner and the three of us ate at the conference table. After dinner, Jim and his friend went into his office and I went into mine. I could hear them. I pulled the cock out of my mouth and told him to stop. He did not so I got up and grabbed my clothes. Sucking dicks was one thing but I was’nt about to let just whatever guy stick his dick in me. For one thing intercourse wasn’t pleasurable for me. Granted I had only had one man in me, ever, but that was something I intended on saving for someone really special. I got dressed as some of the guys begged me to stop and stay and have fun. I told them no thank you that I had no intention of. . up the intensity, but I can resist that wish. You girls are in charge, as it should be.” When Liya began something of an objection, he cut her off, saying, “No. You girls have the most to lose, so you need to be in control, as long as it’s a shared control with every girl having say. I’ve already said this a couple times, but I’ll say it again. I couldn’t have imagined it even a month ago, but I really want that fantasy possibility. And if I must put up with pretty girls sharing my bed in a. It is surely and beyond any misgiving or lack of conviction his hand, but then he is gripping and latching on to something, something that brushes and skims past my skin, filling me with chiming and jingling and jangling prickles and tickles and goose pimples. My goodness! I pray that he won't cut or hurt or gash me ... I entreat that he won't carry that out to me...Unexpectedly and on the spur of the moment, he is inside of my vagina—not him specifically, but that device and body and item that.