One leg flung carelessly over the arm. The fingers of her left hand caressed her mound while her right hand began to tease her nipples. Dalia felt the...growing wetness between her thighs. Dalia approached, slowly, hesitating, terrified of the passion filling her. Slowly she dropped to her knees. Her hands resting on Susans’ knees. Gently she parted them, kissing each on the soft inner skin. Susan slid slowly down in the chair, her long slender legs parting, her head thrown back on the chair. Her. However, even though she was guarded she still had an open heart and the same desires and needs of other women her age.She stumbled upon an erotic website and started reading stories. After a while, she created a profile and started using the site's chat rooms. That is where she first saw him; he was arguing with someone which was what made him stand out and she felt nervous and a little intimated. That was until she read his profile and then he just sounded handsome.His profile said he was. Voices called out in response to the ever-increasing price, but Cheryl heard nothing but unintelligible noise. Her mind was overwhelmed by everything that was going on, her juices filling her already soaked panties. She was snapped out of her reverie by a soft hand on her shoulder."Come on," he said, "let's make room for the next one."She was led backstage again, only this time to a different room. Smaller, with no furniture; unoccupied except for her. Her escort locked the door behind her,. Most of these stories I would slot into the urban myth category, because from my experience nothing like that actually happens. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure that these sorts of things happen on occasions, but never to me. One reason of course is that I seldom work nights because I usually get the corporate red-eye runs to the airport, and on the odd occasion where I’m coerced by huge financial inducement to work nights, it is usually driving some middle aged corporate heavyweight whose only.