Once again she wondered why so many attractive women go out of their way to look dull. Everything about Paula cried out not to look at her. Her hair w...s ... well, hair — in a faux brunette kind of way. Unkind people might call it mousy. Her skin was nice, even with the pink blotches of agitation crawling up from her collar. Her eyes could be beautiful if she'd ever dare to accentuate them — and use them properly. Paula sure had a sensual mouth, but right then it was drawn into a thin, bitter. "Let me give us both some pleasure," Treva whispered. "It's a little different, but you'll love it baby." He was in no condition to resist. For some strange reason he was actually enjoying this. He was torn between revulsion and lust, and it looked as if lust was winning. Treva left his side for a moment. When she returned she had two toys with her. One was a vibrator, but unlike any he had ever seen. It was about eight inches long. It was very slender and broke off at what looked like a. As I met him, hetouched my left breast, which because it was almost all me, sent shiversup my back. He kept fondling me as I wondered just how I was going toget out of this, or if I even wanted to! My mind was flooded with desireto hold him tight, but my male upbringing held me back. I could see thathardness in his pants, it was right at eye level.He saw me look at him, and took my hand and put it on his member, stillin his pants, and as I closed my hand around it he shuddered. I strokedit a. Knowing that the home office was on Central time, which was two hours later, made me want to get going this morning.I needed to find some inner peace, so I put workout clothes on to go outside and do some forms. My two sisters woke while I was putting shoes on, smiled at me, and went to the bathroom and then into the closet to also dress in workout clothes. The three of us went downstairs and outside to enjoy our morning stretches. We were ready to prepare for the day a half hour later.I woke.