She was emerging into a sexually charged teeny bopper, or so I imagined in my head.My planned confession to her, about what I saw on that basement sof..., faded away. I just couldn't bring myself to start a conversation about it. I suspected that she knew I saw her naked pussy on display, but pushing this further demanded a courage that I didn't have at the time. That, and the fear of being caught by our parents, or my big brother, and living with this family shame, was enough to keep me muzzled.. You open your eyes. There is a naked man standing beside your bed. That's when you realize in a panic that you are not in your own home, in your own bed. You are in a hotel at a three day writer's conference. The man is the room mate that was assigned to you by the conference officials to keep costs down for the two of you.His eyes are closed. He stands there stroking his own enormous cock. It is only inches from your face. You have never seen a cock as large as his before except in porno. “I suppose we should be more thoughtful to our guest” I say My wife nods in agreement and takes Laura’s arm and playfully starts pulling on it to try and move her to the center of the bed. “Oh, I’m being kidnapped” she jokingly shouts and falls back on the bed. I turn her on her belly. She is gorgeous. Her skin is smooth and her ass is tight and oh so sexy. Beautifully curved. I am kissing her back and move my hands over her ass, her legs. She feels good to my hands, my fingers. I tell her I. She loves his smile, helplessly.“You raped me,” she says, but it does not sound like an accusation.“Do you feel raped?” he asks. He does not seem to be trying to getHer to absolve him.“Yes,” she answers. “And no. You did something to me I did not wantYou to do. But, oh, it was wonderful.”“Are you angry with me?” he asks, and she considers this.“Yes,” she says finally. “I want you to feel this way. I wish ICould tie you up and rape you.”“I thought you might,” he says. “But it will not be quite.