However they had to admit that the result once they had pulled on the white calf-length boots was quite impressive and Chloe in particular felt hersel... becoming quite wet between the legs as she viewed herself in the mirror. Ma’bill gave them a nod of approval and told them to relax and to entertain themselves by looking at the wall mounted screen which was showing a series of videos depicting activities in some Glory Hole. As they turned their attention to the screen and focused on the action. The guys soon left her, or rather remained in the room to get ready, they said it like it was going to be a torture thing against her but she… just didn’t hear it in their foreboding voice. The only thing on her mind was she might be late for the meet. She needed to retain something of her precious previous virgin innocent pure life. Mr. B escorted her, like a warden or prisoner guard to the head coaches office. She looked back at Mr. B, the Russian, questioningly, having thought he was going. For once in my life I'd thrown caution to the winds. There you were: I recognized you immediately from your pictures. You glanced appraisingly my way as I walked the long concourse, followed by startled recognition and a delighted smile as you rose to greet me. The awkwardness of a first meeting soon melted away, soothed by your warmth and eagerness. I feel different with you. More open. Free. How do you bring that out in me? The Grove Hotel in Boise was simply magnificent. For our first. "But like you, I was lost in the moment, not really thinking about what we were doing. Afterwards, I felt bad, even ashamed. I tossed and turned all night worrying about what you must think of me; how I thought of myself."Yet, towards morning I realized I was the one that had fled from the den, not you. You seemed to accept what had happened. Deep down I know I enjoyed it, it excited me. I got aroused when I remembered how you felt against my rear. I decided to accept that there was an aspect.