I turned and found yet another woman that looked just like Wes—except this one wasn’t exactly all woman yet. She had a very young face, and she co...ldn’t have been any older than seventeen. Her eyes were a little sly, slightly upturned on the sides, almond-shaped and beautiful. I knew she was a troublemaker; not because she looked it, but because Wes had told me so.“Sorry,” Wes’s mom said, letting go of me and stepping back. “I’m just excited! I wasn’t—we weren’t expecting to see you here. And realized that, whatever I said, he would still find a way to have his fun with me. “I’m sorry!” I gasped, and a strange, cozy feeling spread through my body. “You shouldn’t call Carmen names, though. I guess a punishment is in order, don’t you think so too, Carmen?” It became clear to me. They had planned that on his trip to the loo. I cursed inside, helpless and humiliated, but my arousal surged like flame when the soiled panties were suddenly right in front of my face and his voice told. That's when it really sank in that, for the first time in a long while, I was going to make love to a woman. Many emotions were racing through me, including one of simple gratitude for Sandi's trust. My "self-improvement" studies had taught me that the act of making love is more emotionally significant for a woman than it is for a man. My fervent hope was that Sandi wouldn't be disappointed in me.I took her soft hands in mine and raised them to my lips for a kiss, then put my arms around her. We had a lot of fun with you on Friday. It was extremely exciting, for both of us. We think we're ready to try something else new. And if you're willing, we want it to be with you."I took a sip of my drink and looked at them. I was remembering our first meeting on Friday morning when Kent came to my door intent on blackmailing me into sex.Kent and Sandra looked at each other and blushed. Sandra said, "I know what you're thinking. What happened to the vile blackmailers that took advantage of you.