"His hand stopped for a moment then surged forward into my crotch, rubbing, squeezing. I squirmed and moaned, bucking my hips, not wanting to like it... but loving every bit of being m*****ed. He stopped and laughed as I sat panting in the chair."I think you like this, don't you?"I nodded and then begged to be let go. Truly begged. Sincerely. Aroused but scared. I begged and begged and begged.He stood me up and whispered the contact word. It was the guy I was supposed t meet. I relaxed and. Both she and Sophie were brunettes, with flawless complexions and hazel eyes, both flecked with gold.Alyssa had smashed her nose in a skateboarding accident at 12, and required reconstructive surgery to make it right. It was hard to tell, but Garrett noted the imperfections every time he’d glanced at her. Look close, and you could spot the lines along her nose where the plastic surgeons had reattached it the one side. He spotted them now.“Let’s get you sitting,” he said. Reaching down to gather. In the evenings, she’d sit next to me as I read a book and she watched television. I found my hand constantly caressing her slender thigh and her hand would settle on top of my hand, almost unconsciously.I kept her occupied with trips here and there, and tried to get her interested in working the vegetable and herb garden. That lasted all of ten minutes.Two days after the lake visit, as Rachael ate her breakfast cereal, wearing a T-shirt and panties at the kitchen table, I told her, “We’re. He found his name badge, signed for it on the registration sheet, and handed the sheet to a bored-looking receptionist."Third door on the left, Tristan," she said in a mechanical voice.Tristan nodded and went through the door she had pointed out to him. He found himself in a classroom with about thirty or so desks all placed in pairs. He noticed that names had been placed on each desk. About half the students were already seated. There was a low buzz of conversation. No one took any notice of.