She never knew where to look at times.At one stage later in the evening, Julie was speaking to someone at her side and got up to leave with her. Lacey...looked concerned, being left alone but Julie informed her she'd be alright.Lacey sat on her own for a while, before a woman spoke to her from the side. Her name was Patricia, Trish for short and she was beautiful. Golden blond hair, luscious breasts and legs that dripped out from the long slit down the side of her dress.The two got talking for a. Relief shot through my nerves as I went. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and shut. I didn’t hear any footsteps or see any movement through the gaps underneath the stall doors. “Probably some moronic boy wanting to scare the shit out of freshman girls,” I thought to myself. After I flushed the toilet and unlocked the door, I was not prepared for what I saw: a man was standing there, stroking his cock with a wide smile on his face and pants around his ankles. He was a late bus driver, I. She knew what I wanted and after last night, I had to admit I wanted to be fucked by her. The drug now fully taking effect.I then felt the dildo she used to open me it slid in easily. My once virgin ass was full again. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as her toy grazed across my prostate. I moaned as she pumped it in deep. “Such a sissy slut, moaning like a whore. You like being fucked don’t you sissy?” I shook my head trying to deny the obvious. As I felt her hips slap up against my. As I toss my hair free of the negligee the cold air of the air conditioner sends a shiver down my spine and through my body, making my nipples hard. I glance over to where he is sitting on the couch watching us like in the front row of his own private show with his drink in one hand and cock in the other. I smile sweetly to him as if saying thank you but thinking I cannot believe I forgot he was even in the room. He raises his glass nodding in our direction with a coy smile as in telling me to.