He’s studying my face, he seems calm. It’s so quiet away from the music. There’s a faint rhythm pounding outside. I tap my fingers nervously on ...he table in time. I don’t know what to say. I open my mouth to try to speak but he does first. His voice is rich and deep with a slight New York accent. ‘Again, we don’t have to do anything.’ I know if I don’t I’ll regret it. I grab his hand. ‘Do you have condoms?’ He exhales out a quiet laugh and that gleam is back in his eyes. He squeezes my hand.. But before these thoughts turned to cohesive action, she was lifting my skirt up and snaking her hand underneath.? ?You’re going to be a perfect Barbie by the time my experiments are done.? Look at you, you’re wet for me already!? Good Barbie!?I stammered out a response as my body started to betray me, ?I. I. I. I can’t help it, it’s not my fault!? as she pressed her hand against my clit and started to trace around it in circles.?That’s right, Barbie, you can’t help yourself.? You can’t resist. "Just want to make sure you don't wet my floor as it is quite difficult for me to clean it." And you want another look at my prick." Why should I want to see that sausage?" Because you don't often get to see one perhaps. Or perhaps you want to hold it and do the aiming?" Just do it Englishman." He did. She watched."Your turn now," stated Tom. "I want to see how you manage on your own. It looks like you're a pretty independent woman to live on your own like this." You just wanna see my pussy.". He was excited about the weekend he hadplanned so far and figured things would just pick up from there. He hadtwo guys planned for Friday, one during the day on Saturday and threemore that night. He was also excited about the fact that as the nightswore on and guys got drunker, he had put enough word out to some non-committals that those ships with drunken cocks would come in as well.He did at least tell me my body was looking good. Of course, that'swhat happens when you exercise twice a day.