"Why Bonnie?" I asked."Well, Alan means 'handsome" and Bonnie means 'pretty' - and as you aremy child, I get to name you," my mom said."Fine," I sighe...."Now for some 'girl training'!" Melody said with a giggle.I'd love to say I found my "girl training" awful, that I was so manly Isucked at trying to act feminine, but the truth is it wasn't all thatbad, even though I was still lacking in confidence by the time springbreak was over.Not that there weren't embarrassing moments. Like learning about. ” Mac looks at me funny, but Diane’s eyes go wide. Hmm, interesting response by her, I wonder if she still does intelligence work for them. I smile, “Yes, Diane, I was given permission to let you know I know about the man I never speak to.” She laughs, and smiles.Mac turns to her, “Oh shit. They’ve still got you doing some of that analysis work, don’t they? Is that why the mortgage isn’t so bad?”She nods yes, “Paid work is paid work, and every little bit helps, Dear.”On that good note I get up. ’ He stood up and took a step back. With agonizing slowness, he released his rigid, pulsing cock. So close. He pushed me firmly against the pillar. I shut my eyes and spread my legs. As the tip of his cock rested at the entrance to my cunt, I could feel my vaginal walls contracting, trying to pull it inside further. In. Put it in! Slowly, ever so slowly, he slid his manhood into me. Every fraction of an inch stretched me wider and wider, as my muscles tightened around him. He inserted himself. "I wonder where the other two go?" I puffed as I started along the hallway.The first door went nowhere; it was nothing more than a broom cupboard filled with mops, buckets and other sundry cleaning materials. Almost tiptoeing past the ornate doorway that led into the suite I approached the only other door at the far end of the hallway."Fuck it!" I swore softly when I found that it was locked.A 'ting' from the lift sent my heart into my throat, someone was coming! Like a greyhound I raced back.