”“Of course,” I said. “So... what next? What are you going to do with your other wish?”“I'm going to make our city better. For the homeles... and others,” he told me.I smiled at him. “Oh, that sounds like a good idea. Since you've been perving with our daughters all weekend.”“And you weren't perving all weekend in Vegas?” I asked. “You girls were naughty at the strip club.”I laughed.I told him all about my weekend on the drive home. Traffic was bad as we made our way to the east side, skirting. Lana and Ana looked at each other for a minute or two then suddenly grinning mischievously leapt up and ran to section two before the Master and the Mistress could claim their soul-mates.By the time the van pulled in front of the inn Lana was definitely looking close to her usual self, and Ana, though obviously still very upset, was at least trying to look happy with Patty. When they started getting off the bus Jen was waiting for them and there was a group of about five college aged youths. I got closer to her and leaned against her, laying my head on her shoulder. She leaned her own head against mine and sighed. Sorry. She mumbled. Sorry, I didnt hear you. I said teasingly. Dont. she warned as the clip ended. I chuckled and watched at she scrolled down the related videos column again. I saw that same video again and lightly flicked her hand away from the pad. How about&hellip, I began, clicking on the link. It was a rather long clip of a young guy and girl having sex, a few. Or was it completely different? Did I allow it? Was I really in control?No, because actually he rather determined the situation about me.I did not pretend what was going to happen, I honestly thought to myself, but rather the stranger and the viewers determined the situation.I just did not resist it, maybe because at first I was a little shocked that this strange man suddenly touched me everywhere with his strange hands, pushed up my top, massaged my vagina, put his fingers inside me.His hands.