No force in the world could get her back into that foul loft with those sex-crazed criminals.All of her instincts screamed at her to run down the stai...s, but some rational voice in her mind made her tred lightly on each stair and to tred well off center. In spite of her precautions, the stairs creaked so loudly that she was sure the men couldn't help but be awakened; in her mind's eye she could see them stirring, could almost hear them shouting warnings at each other.At the bottom of the stairs. Her imagination took her to safety. She focused on breathing, setting a calm pace. She was now in a dry desert with the sun beaming down on her. No water anywhere, no palm trees, no oases. Just sand and the sun. Sweat evaporating faster than it could bead and trickle, leaving salt crystals on her skin. Gentle breeze cooling her skin. The imagery calmed her down.Then suddenly she heard a squishing liquid and it returned her abruptly to the harsh reality.Her mind instantly went to having to pee. I love my husband, but I really love to have hard pounding, sweaty sex with young studs. I’ll look for men who like to have sex. I mean, who is going to turn down a woman that likes to fuck? I’m a very attractive woman. I have black long hair and I have blue eyes. I’m 5’8 and I weigh 130 pounds. I have a nice set of long legs and great tits. People are always looking at me. I have no trouble meeting men or women at all. I’m going to tell you a story about when I had my landscapers and my pool. The mystery is gone."After waiting another beat, Aaron began to get undressed. He started with his shoes, his manner practical, almost business like. Then he tucked his socks into his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head. He unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor, then picked them up and stood in his briefs while he folded them next to his shirt. When everything had been folded into neat squares and piled into the locker, he pushed his briefs down to his ankles, bent down to.