That night I slept next to her and was reading a comic book when she suddenly said –“Vicky why were you peeping at me in the evening from the stai...s ?”. I was now afraid and started stammering trying to give some reason. She asked me to relax and not worry since all young boys were curious about girls. But I should not do it with anyone else because then I can get into trouble. I relaxed and promised not to do it again saying sorry. She asked what I was seeing and why. Innocently I said that I. She let his thumb cling to her palm. It wasn’t the reaction he hoped for, but he had something to work with. The two shared a dance. Flirting back and forth as if like a hunter and his prey. The urges he had followed her deep into the woods of her mind. He sought to bring her out, not as a trophy to the world, but to remind himself that he could still hunt. She pranced about like a playful animal. She teased him just enough to egg him further into his needs. She knew not he own. She asked. Of course I trust you. Of course I would be there tomorrow night, at the mandated time, wearing the mandated outfit. You know what I like, so I trust you to make this night special.I stood on the corner by my house, waiting. I was wearing a pair of red, four inch fuck me pumps, black thigh high stockings and garter belt, and a trench coat. That's all I was allowed to wear, according to the note. A warm breeze was blowing, and it caressed my thighs and pussy under the coat. It was a pleasant. While she was getting rammed by Sean, she looked around the table at the guys waiting their turn and our eyes met. She lingered on me for a few seconds before going on. I think she was counting how many guys were going to fuck her that night. When Sean finished, Number Five took his turn. He was quick to finish, too much waiting and jacking off. Number Six was a big guy, in both aspects. He was at least six foot five, looked like a lineman, and had a thick cock. Thankfully, for Laura’s sake it.