My gaze fell on the trapdoor.I had never been down there on my own. So far I had only seen three of the many rooms down there. The two rooms in which ... had been fucked and the shower room in which I had to clean myself afterwards.Did I really want to know what was down there? No. But it was better than just sitting here and staring at the raindrops hitting the window. I opened the trapdoor and went down before I could think better of it. My heart beat fast as I moved along the dimly lit. He looked at the pair of panties she was wearing and noticed the wet patch showing him that she getting turned on. Her legs were so smooth. He ran his hands up from the back of her legs to her thigh, and then gently touched her small pussy, moist with anticipation, she moaned with pleasure.He began to pull off her panties, gently moving them off her hips, and along her legs untill he pulled them off her feet and threw them to the floor, and again she smiled. She was enjoying this. At last her. The truth was Ihated the drive and this one horse town but there were so many coedsjust asking for it, it was a rare night I didn't stick my cock into oneof them and even rarer if it was ever the same pussy twice. So manypussies to fuck and so little time I laughed as I got into bed. At leasttomorrow is Saturday so I can sleep in.I woke up that Saturday morning and as my eyes focused I thought wherethe hell am I? I looked around and instead of my apartment I wassomewhere strange, like a. I was almost to my car, when I heard a yell. I stopped and turned around. There was the receptionist, and another man was with her. The man was not the congressman. I waited.The man walked briskly down the street, and was soon standing in front of me."I don't know who you are, but we do not respond to threats," the man said.I nodded, turned, and started walking away. Bypassing my car, I made my way to a telephone kiosk at the corner. I was fishing for change when the guy came up to me.