I agreed enthusiastically to being used in any way she wanted. I was mesmerized by her strip tease, as she stepped out of her pants that had fallen ar...und her ankles. She knew the affect this had on me. She held her arms high, threw her head back, and gyrated her hips while slowly turning around. I never understood how she could writhe around to music that wasn’t there. She swung her hips slowly side-to-side pulling up her panties until the black silky fabric disappeared between her tight ass. She started to go to the after hour parties with the popular crowd. It became rumored that she was an ‘easy fuck’. However, I was still hesitant to approach her, but we did exchange pleasantries as we ran into each other in the club and parties and we soon began a platonic relationship. We eventually started going places together , but it was not really what you would call a date. I would ask her to go tubing at the local river, but it was mostly with a group of others from the club. She would. ” Now I realized what test she was going to perform on me. I have had that test performed on me only a few times, and that was with a male doctor. But I figured I needed the exam so I lowered my pants and bent over the table. Now I felt very exposed, embarrassed, and vulnerable. Soon, I smelled her perfume, felt her body next to mine, and felt her separate my bottom cheeks and lube me up. “I am going to put my finger in you now and feel your prostate.” I had never had a woman’s finger inside of. "Arnold Nash looked up from his Wall Street Journal and scanned his calendar. Patricia Exman. Nash had never met her, and he wasn't even sure how she had gotten his name and number. Referred by a happy client, he supposed. He straightened his tie in the mirror on the back of his office door, and put on his expensive suit jacket.He opened his door to come face to face with one of the most striking women he had ever seen. She appeared to be about thirty, and Nash found himself speechless as she.