But not here, not with everyone waiting for the shower, the others want to use it too…’ The days of the ski trip were spent in the glow of budding...love. John couldn’t stand to be away from Carol and Carol was constantly at his side. They spent their days skiing with the others and Carol developed a real friendship with most of the students. Marge and Carol became close friends and confidants. One of the images that John would keep forever was just walking through the village at night, the cold. She learned at a young age to use it to control men and get what she wanted. It started at twelve with her father. Her mom was cold and unloving although sexy, she did not make love with her hubby often at all. He would look at her body and see the huge tits and round ass, but she would not let him touch her any more. He needed to fuck so, he started going to Meg's room at night. At first he would pet her tiny titties and lick them and rub her pussy. He told her it was there secret that she. At first they seemed friendly, asking how I've been and how great the last session we all had. Daniel began to speak 'Bruce thought that we should ask you if would come alone before I get violent. I told him I would ask you, but you would have no choice. Either you accept what we say or we force you, it's still your choice.' I looked at the two of them like they were from some other planet 'what is it you want of me, and just when and where is this to take place,' I countered. Bruce spoke 'We. Please, no harsh comments. Thanks & thanks for reading. I woke up in an unfamiliar place, naked. As I opened my eyes, I could see nothing but darkness. The lights were turned off, off course. I had a headache, intoxication. Although I was warm and under some covers, I could feel the cold breath of someone behind me, on my neck. I got goosebumps from each feeling, but who had their arm around me? I looked over and saw some random dude, but he was hot. I felt like a whore, a filthy one at that. I.