The band except for SHE and Mimi were there as hired musicians only, well paid to play the early dining music and the music ending the day's events, a...regular concert and extended jam to last well into the morning hours, and though they were invited to participate in all the festivities, they would choose to hang out together getting high and watching television, their deliberate disinterest actually making SHE happy that they were so determined to be unique, though she felt sorry for them not. " I know. I always am," Debbie said with a giggle.The bell rang. Pam jumped. Debbie rolled her eyes."Oh shit. I hate that fucking bell," she said.Pam scrambled to get the schedule from her pocket."I'm late. I can't believe I'm late again. I don't even know where my class is." Relax. It's not that big a deal," Debbie said and touched her arm. "Look, I gotta get to class. I'll meet you right here, ok, right after school? We can go to my house. I got some stuff to show you." Ok," Pam said.Debbie. As we were headed up to the room in the slow hotel elevator, we began kissing, and I had my hand down the front of his pants, caressing his cock. Yes, I'm a slut, I know, Why shouldn't a girl have fun. The elevator arrived at our floor and I got out, heading for our room anxious for what I was hoping would be a steamy quicky, I needed to have my pussy fucked. He made me go without for a week before we left, knowing how much easier I would be, giving in to his games. "Gotta admit, he knows me. Hidden, pressed to the floor. I nestled myself against the sofa as my heart was beating out of my chest. My legs were bent, my thighs now being inspected, from over my shoulder. My white shorts are clung to my body well,... stretched firmly by my shapely tanned legs. I parted them slightly, just enough to drive his thoughts in my direction... and I waited. As he brushed my hair his soft chatter faded,... his breathing seemed a bit more audible. My nipples were poking through my.