Once again she tried to grasp hold of some distant memory, but it was as elusive as a dream. All the troubled redhead could be sure of was a peculiar ...ense of shame, and this amnesia worried her. Surely she hadn't drunk so much last night, the bottle was still half- full. What in God's name was causing her peculiar behavior?A troubled frown replaced her smile as she picked up the slivers of glass, put on a kettle of water for coffee, and fetched her towel, soap, and lotions for a sponge bath.. We spent the evening in the hotel lounge with live music.She wore her short denim shirt and black stay ups, as requested, and my favorite black silky top. I arranged a couple bulls from craigslist (the good ol days) and I asked them to hang in the lounge and wait til I pryed her with more wine, having them inspecting her from across the room. After about an hour , and her killing a bottle of wine, she was ready to go to the room. I met the bulls in the bathroom via text, gave an additional room. ” He plops back down into his chair and watches.“I thought...” she begins to say as she slowly unbuttons her jeans. “ ... we were going...” She wiggles her hips from side to side, sliding the jeans down. “ ... to fuck at my station.”Fred licks his lips. “I never thought you’d ask,” he says standing back up quickly, his cock bouncing wildly. He slaps her ass and starts for the door. “Let’s go.”Rebecca slips from the chair, dropping her pants all the way down. Before she reaches the door her. She wanted to say something, but if it was something important, Kathy would say something.After dinner and after helping with the dishes, Kathy said, “Mom, I want to ask you a question.”Kari stopped what she was doing, turned and faced her daughter. “Okay, sweetie, what’s on your mind?”“Well, remember yesterday when I said that there was a nude student in my class?” Kari said that she did. “In another one of my classes, there was another boy who was in The Program. When he asked for help with.