Around the corner was an almost empty room with just one person inside, setting up tables, chairs and easels."Oh hello. You must be new. I'm Sandy."I ...as in my own world. Zoned out with my thoughts. A hand was reached out towards me."Oh ... ahh ... Tom. Nice to meet you" I responded awkwardly.Sandy had a curvy figure, was tallish, but just a bit shorter than me. She looked about late 30s, with wavy light brown hair that reached down just past her shoulders. Wearing a kind of sports tracksuit, I. He gets up and leaves again. It's insane I start freaking again. I don't know where he is or what's next. I'm laying there thinking he could do anything and everything and probably will. I know I'm in trouble but am helpless. Suddenly he is pushing my massager against my clit. It is powerful and only takes a few seconds to make me cum, my clit is so sensitive now but he turns it up and pushes it to my clit harder. It'ss torture I realise I'm screaming but no one can hear me. He starts rubbing. To be fair, my brother had his tuxedo ready longtime ago. Me on the other hand I had just bought that dress, plus I had to wax my legs and do my nails. But in about thirty minutes I was just as ready as him and coming out from the bathroom.Just as I was stepping out of the bathroom, I heard my brother whistle at my sight and that officially has made my day. My dark blonde hair was pulled up and pinned with a couple of loose curls stranded out, my dress was a body hugging taupe color, with nice. Pleased to meet you." As she finished that statement, her left hand patted my right knee in a very friendly gesture."Where can I take you, Fran?" Uh... well, if you don't mind taking me home, it's up here about four miles to Turrill Road and then to the left about another mile." I don't mind at all. Are you just getting off work?" Yeah," she replied. "I work at a fast food place about a mile back and this was my night to close up the place." Oh, so you must be in management." Well, yeah, I've.