”In the pause that followed, I decided to throw it out there: “How is Lisa? Have you talked to her?”“John ... truthfully, she’s absolutely m...serable.”“I ... see.” I couldn’t really see a good path away from that comment, so instead I asked, “How did you get me here?”She snorted derisively. “It wasn’t easy! None of us had your number, and Lisa certainly wasn’t going to give it to us. I managed to find your LinkedIn profile and it got me the name of your company, so I went from there and looked. A few minutes later he had his hand on my thigh, his fingers a but under the seam in my dress. Then, like that day at dinner he move his hands up my thigh closer to my pussy. But this time he didnt pull away. Once he got to my pantie line he stopped. By now I was already very wet. He paused for a moment then brushed his hand over my panties. I breathed out slowly. He laughed. Have you ever done anything with a guy? I shook my head. He just smiled then turned off the movie. Well tonight, we. Once Cherry was bound tight, Denise rummaged in the bottom drawer of her dresser. She finally found what she was looking for. She walked slowly toward Cherry with a small black leather paddle in her hand. The breath caught in Cherry's throat and began to shake with fear and anticipation. Denise stopped close to the head of the bed and she rubbed the leather paddle slowly over each nipple in turn. "You are such slut for touching yourself while watching me." Denise stated. Then she smacked each. You are sick." What the fuck! What are you talking about? And what are you doing in my room?" I yelled back at her.Not letting up, she accused me of spying on women all day long, being a perverted voyeur, and on and on. Finally, she once again returned to Anna, "I saw what happened, I saw her bikini come off and I saw you watching her. I also saw you slip inside afterwards. What did you do, go masturbate in the shower?" I don't know what you are talking about," was all I could manage to.