His finger slipped inside, she groaned into his mouth. Now it was certain.He paid the driver and led her into his flat. Two beers were opened; he led ...er into his bedroom. They kissed. They drank. They touched. They drank some more.His hand was under her dress, in her panties. Now he touched the areas he had been carefully avoiding, feeding the fire of her desire. She wanted release. It was easy to remove her dress. Her bra. Her panties. She helped, desperate to fulfil the need for pleasure. I knew only four were invited to join us in our room.After a little while, the single guys in the bar started to drift off one by one. My mind was racing now as I checked the time. She had been gone for half an hour. Only another half an hour to wait, I thought. My cock was really hard now and I could not wait to get up to our room.When it was time, I got into the lift up to our floor. My legs were shaking as I walked along the corridor and put the key in the door. As I walked in the sight was. ”“Well, Rachel-I have to tell you something. I like boys. I like to DO things to them, things you may not want to see, I’ve changed names, changed jobs, but I’ve done this to so many boys that I-”“I don’t care, Ms. Lewis. Do all you want to them, torture them, beat them, whip them, I don’t care. All I want is for Will to come back to me and you’re my ticket to just that. So are you in?”“Ye-yes, Rachel. I-I’m with you.” Rachel gathered her things and walked from the room. She smiled to herself. He was a small little dollnow, a stupid smile forever sewn on its face, black button eyes glintingin the light. Little black eyelashes had been stitched around thebuttons. The checks of the doll had red circles stitched there, meant torepresent blushing. The hair of the doll was long- there was plenty for alittle girl to play with. The lavender bow still sat in place primly.The legs of the doll were white cloth, meant to simulate tights. Thedress was a bit rougher and scratchier compared to the.