.. why did you undress me?" "Because Betty Bristols has been waiting to meet you," Sharon said. "We think you'd like to meet her. Can you guess why?" ...eonard was hopelessly confused. His mind was reeling as though he'd drunk gallons of alcohol, rather than the three beers he'd actually consumed. The girls had invited him to the party, they'd dressed to please him, they'd suggested adult fun, they'd stripped him bare, and Nicola, still fully clothed, was sitting astride his chest. Now they were. " He sipped his drink confidently.She stood up, quite embarrassed and feeling insecure."Oh, well, I can change! I don't have to wear these things. It's just that I thought you would like... I mean, I thought they make me look more grown up." That's just it," he told her. "They do make you look more grown up. I want you to look young. To look your age. I want to look at you, while I'm fucking you and think, I'm fucking a slut of a teenager!" he said.His words went straight to her pussy which. I began to sob then, great wracking sobs. She knelt beside me and held me, rocking me as a mother does a frightened child. The other woman knelt and hugged me as well. I don't know how long we remained there, but the two never left me. When I had regained my composure, I looked at my Muse intently. "I thought I'd never see you again," I began. "I know, Peter . . . ." "Please, call me Peta," I interrupted. "That's who I am now, and I've accepted that." "Peta, then," she said with a. It's a business where you have no friends. You often don't have family support either. I think someone should really do a thorough forensic autopsy of these performers before you immediately jump to the conclusion that they died because of where they worked."Leslie and Rebecca exchanged glances then turned to yell for Adam. Adam walked over, his face neutral. He could tell the new girl felt uncomfortable around him, so he stopped as far from her as he could and still hold a.