Despite her somewhat halfhearted protests the three footballers continuedremoving her shirt and skirt, leaving her naked apartfrom her bra, panties an... heels.Her assailants unclipped her bra, and when she tried tostop her boobs being displayed, they used her confusedstate to grab the waistband of her tiny red knickersand virtually rip them off her. They laid her back onthe life raft now, one guy held her arms above herhead, whilst the others spread her legs wide. Althoughshe was still saying. " My heart was pounding and my voice a croak as I answered. "I don't know, maybe that's not such a good idea." Michael was a guest in my dumpy hotel room, by the harbor in Vancouver BC, as his hostel near Gastown was having some real problems. This was 1972, or '73. It was a one night thing, and I'd had no thoughts of having sex with Mike or any other man. Still, he made it sound very sexy. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Maybe we could just stroke off, and watch each. .. , “ was all he could say as Vicki popped one of his bubbles in his not seeing her as girlfriend material.“Come on, Plen, you must have noticed she likes you?” Dayyev chimed in.“I ... I guess I could wait a year, find something to do...” he finally stumbled out, looking a little like a plumbech caught in a speeding flyer’s landing lights.“Good,” Vicki nodded. “Now all I have to do is get Mum to agree to me being a Ground Force Officer.”“Do it anonymously, Vicki,” I suggested. “Sooner or later. "Whatever you want." I looked around the room a bit - normal travel stuff, some luggage, clothes, shoes, boots, and enough stuff by the sink to assume he'd been here for a few days. I climbed onto the bed, crawled up towards him and reached out, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock. It was mostly soft, but probably about four inches and thick. I could tell it was big, and it grew a bit more as I touched it. I opened my mouth, leaned forward, and took it between my lips. No delicate.