He washed again and as he put his clothes on he prattled on about how he’d imagined how talented I was and that he had loved gurly-boys like me grow...ng up and on and on. After he put his shoes on he sat and looked at me a second and then said, “So, wven you vant to play here in de future you should call and ask to talk with Patel and let me know. I will only charge you if somevone is with me when you check in, but you vwill stay he for free as long as I can come over and fuck that sweet ass of. Unknown to these fumbling boys, Jean had a voracious sexual appetite hidden beneath a smooth exterior. She was afraid that, if some guy got that far, that this side would be exposed and she would descend into the school slut. So she kept her distance, and explored her sexuality alone. After years of development, Jean found that the ultimate thrill lay in exhibitionism, and would allow herself to indulge in this thrill once a week. Why Tuesday? Because tuesday was her parents' date night, which. All her friends had spouses or boyfriends to be with. And here she was by herself, living alone. She was 19 years old, you think she would be happy about that, but she wasn’t, she wanted a man, a man to love her and be with her. She loved Halloween though so she decorated the entire little house she was renting, even the outside. It looked like a creepy haunted house you would pay to visit but still not many people visited since it was so far away from the other houses on the block. She sighed,. His hand moved down and rested on her bare shoulder. Caressing her soft skin, he stared at the cast encasing her torso. The plaster cast was moulded nicely around her rounded breasts, emphasizing their shape. It looked as if she was wrapped up in a tight corset. He traced his finger over the padded edge of the cast, then curiously touched the hard shell. “What are you doing?” she asked, turning her eyes down in a futile attempt to see his hands. “Touching your breasts.” “Ha! Some other time.