Her breasts gathered into plush mounds between her down-thrust arms, her palms grinding against the flesh of her thighs while her pussy ached and flus...ed. Her hands drew up along her thighs, the left drawing the gusset of her panties to the side while her right drew patterns up and down the length of her seeping pussy. “I…I want,” she crooned, as if he were still right there behind her. In the elevator, his voice had suddenly dropped half an octave as he told her he was going to, “…lick a. We sat around generally chatting and for the guys to get to know us girls, Mike had laid on plenty of drinks to relax everyone not that Moll and I needed relaxing we couldn’t wait to start. We were wearing just simple mini dresses, Mike had suggested something easy to remove. We were asked to stand and slowly unbutton our dresses. We did of course, slowly undoing each button from the top until all the dress was open. Mike stood behind Moll and me and slipped the dress from my shoulders, then he. Your red silk panties flash at me. The lewd look on your face as you tell me about the youth director. Your coy, sultry words repeat over and over in my head and my erection throbs painfully. I try to close my eyes. Somehow, I know it’s a dream, but that doesn’t give me any control. I’m spread-eagle against the wall of my church, behind the pulpit. I can’t move. You stand before me, naked, grinning up into my face. You get closer, and I see I have an erection. I feel ashamed and frightened.. I had made a big attempt to impress him at my "audition" in the motel room. My body was completely free of body hair and moisturized, making it soft and silky to his touch. I had spent the previous week dieting to slim down even more, and gave my face several masque and pore cleanser treatments. This "busy work" helped keep my mind from waffling if I should really go through with the audition or not, and instead made me focus on being the sexiest little slut he could ever want. I also.