She felt like her arms were heavy, and she was moving in slow motion as she watched the big young man standing before her strip out of his clothes. Sh... admired his smile and smiled back at him, feeling very friendly, very happy.Tommy pulled off his shoes and socks, folded his rented pants carefully and then took the girl’s hand and got her to her feet with his arm about her waist. His cock had escaped from his boxers and jutted out of the fly, jerking and filling. “Let’s go up to your room,” he. " I'm just worried about what they'll do in your pocket," she said smiling.I hugged her and said, "But that way it stays in my pants, even if it is messy," and got another smile.But there was something about that girl. She really was my physical ideal. Not the ideal woman maybe. She was more like the ideal of a Grecian sculpture. I've been in museums and nearly run my hands over some classical sculpture. You just want to run your hands over it and appreciate the physicality, the existence of. She tells me get in the shower and clean properly inside too. She keeps looking at her watch. I have a shower and come out all hot but clean. She then throws me on the bed cuffs my wrists and feet to all four corners of the bed then she blindfolds me. She the takes off her panties and shoves them into my mouth they are still warm from her pussy. Then blindfolds me. She then opens the door and leaves without saying a word. It seems like ages before she returns. She runs her hand over my cock and. “Good.” Then she faced Vanessa’s door and hammered on it as hard as she could. “Ness! It’s me. Open up.”“Is Paul with you?” Her voice was quiet, and it wasn’t because of the door between us.“No.”“Liar!”“Okay, he is. But he’s helped me collect up all of those things we could find. We think we got them all. Come on, Ness. He just wants to know what happened. And you know he won’t judge. Hell, he’s probably done worse himself. And besides, if you don’t tell him, you know I will. He deserves to.