I feel my panties dampen with moisture, sticking to my lips. My head whips back and forth as all the rapturous sounds capture my attention. Moans, gro...ns, gasps, pleas, and screams fill the dimly-lit room. Sectionals line the black-curtained walls. Sex is in the air. I can smell it. Nothing else matters here, except the enjoyment of being sucked, stroked, and fucked. There is no other cause to be here.RAWThen, I see her - rather her four-inch red stilettos pointed straight up in the air. The. "I'll try." Lots of kids used that as a way to cut, get the pass but don't show up. Or show up very late. She hated to lie, however, and Steve should know that."Good, I want both of us to see the same thing at the same time. I'll see you there."So, she didn't have to lie.Mrs. Swenson looked surprised to see the two of them together. "Actually," she said, "I'm more of a career counselor than..." Well," said Steve, "you're the person we are supposed to see about college applications. And, anyway,. I suddenly become aware that both the men are staring at my crotch. I look down and realize that my legs are spread far enough to give them a perfect view of my smooth, shaved pussy, barely covered by a tiny, white lace thong. The foreman slowly brought his eyes up to mine, smiled, and said, "I guess you'll have to come down here to get it. There's a ramp at the end of the fence. I'll meet you there and show you how to keep your pretty shoes from getting ruined." I made my way carefully. Just like she would."I took a step backward. As if her verbal assault had hit me physically.After a few seconds of standing there with my face aflame, I nodded."You?re right," I said softly. "I roped you into this. It?s not fair toeither you or Charlene for me to quit the first day."She nodded, her smile returning. Though it was less "friendly kidsister" and more "vile prison warden" in nature. "Good. Now that we?vecleared that up, get dressed and meet me in the exercise room. Time tosweat.".