“Hi, I’m Stephanie, you must be DW the Guitar prodigy my husband is so excited about,” she says.“Yes, Ma’am,” I say shaking her hand.“DW... please call me Steph you make me feel old,” she says, “Sorry Steph,” I counter.Stephanie tells me that her husband was called away and won’t be back until Monday and she has to work on Sunday. She told me her daughter will be home from private school tonight until next week for spring break, but she will probably be spending time with her boyfriend so I can. Trembling with anticipation I drew down her zipper. The leather garment slid down her nylon covered legs and puddled around her slender ankles. The back of tiny black bikini panties greeted my wide eye stare as did the lace tops of her nylons. Valerie turned around and tugged my sweatpants down and my rock hard teenage cock sprang into the air.She embraced me again and began to gently grind the front of her silky panties against her my cock. I could feel the heat and wetness through the. I just closed my eyes to see the emergency, and again I was filled with dread at what I saw. Someone was going to attack and gas this house knocking out Amy, and her dad and mom. Instead of escaping, I panicked and tried to warn them. Before I made it downstairs, I was too late, something was thrown in the room and I passed out.When I awoke, I found myself in a room. It was about 6x6, with a small bed that I was laid upon. There were no windows, just a heavy door and a camera. I stood slowly. I. .It was a few months ago on a Saturday night, Becky had just come back from celebrating her best friends birthday, I cant remember her name. The time was about 2am as Becky stumbled through the door, she was very drunk! She must have had got a taxi home from the night club. She was wearing a small black dress that hugged her beautiful frame. It was very short, the hemline ended at the top of her thighs, barely covering her pussy mound. Becky's beautiful breasts were hugged by a push-up type.