Yeah, YOU! What the hell did you think would happen when you consistently planned your private quiet time so that you could log onto a chat site? Did ...ou think you were safe hiding behind a keyboard? That your fears and unhappiness and emotions wouldn't be sitting there with you? That you would simply confess your desires to strangers and remain detached? Granted, there are some out there who can heartlessly pretend to be involved and caring. But not you. You put on a good act of being aloof. I don’t think that she ever looked more beautiful, more pure. I suggested we go out to a fancy restaurant that night – she didn’t answer. Tears began to spill down her cheeks. ‘The record company called me yesterday, I’m flying out this afternoon.’ I pushed the cold sinking feeling in my stomach aside, ‘OK, we’ll make it tomorrow night. We can…’ But there was really nothing more to say, through my own tears even I could see that the end was in her eyes. Damned if she didn’t make it. She had it. “You’re really enjoying this, you little slut,” he said. “I bet your cunt is soaking.”He was right; sucking a cock always got me flowing, and I knew there’d be a damp patch in my panties.“Why don’t I finish the show, then you’ll find out?”I stood up and carried on with my routine, turning round and lifting the skirt to show him my bum, then toying with my panties to give him a glimpse of my bare cheeks.“Fuck, you’ve got an amazing arse, Annie,” said Dick, fapping away vigorously. As I writhed. They had all drawn names from a bowl to pair up the individual guys and girls. Pam's name had been drawn as the lucky one to get fucked first.The coach's wife, Janet, had drawn Bob, the high school basketball team's captain, as her first sexual partner in The Group. She had worn a loose fitting T-shirt that night with a pair of jeans and a sexy bra underneath her top to hold her full 36C breasts until she was ready to get undressed for the fucking part of the evening. When she and all the other.