" I said, a little carefully. "Honestly, we haven't done much in that area, but that was definitely him. I hope I didn't fuck up too badly." Ooo ... w...at happens when you fuck up?" Kay, still excited."That's the thing. I don't know. Other than talking, and..." I paused remembering where my panties were. "A couple of other things, we've mostly just been vanilla with each other. Oh, I made him breakfast today, naked, and sat on his lap while we fed each other."Kay sighed in reflected pleasure.. I called Allison’s phone but she didn’t answer, so I went upstairs to the bedrooms to see if she was up there. She didn’t respond when I called into the restroom, so I figured I would check again downstairs. I passed a bedroom with the door cracked and the light on, and I thought I saw Allison on the bed inside. I looked in again, and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Allison was all alone, laid out on a dirty bed, passed out. Her tits were both hanging out over her shirt. Her skirt and. I'm twenty-five. This story happened when I was nineteen. You guys aren't going to like it, but I'm going to tell it anyway. I believe her name was Katie. She was petit, brown-haired, wore a white t-shirt with glitter on it and short cut-off denim shorts. She must have been a freshman like myself. We both went to college in Maine. In the dorm room of one of my buddies. We were having what was supposed to be a dress-up cocktail party. It had turned in to just drinking. Katie was there with. I jumped when, what looked like a livery driver, knocked on my window. How long was he standing there? “Natalie Martija?” “Yes, I’m Natalie.” “Michael sent me. I’m here to take you to your next destination.” I looked in the rear view mirror and noticed a sleek, black limousine parked behind me. “Michael said to give you this.” The limo driver handed me another red envelope. I slowly reached for it as my gaze toggled between the driver and the limo. A limo! ‘No holds barred. Enjoy the ride. I’ll.