The sensations that shot through my body made me shake. To my shame, resistance still never crossed my mind, I simply closed my eyes and revelled in t...e slow, smooth, gentle fingering that I was receiving.However wrong it was, I could feel my body responding eagerly. Lubrication simply oozed from me, soaking through my knickers and onto his active hand. I grasped the edge of Harry’s desk to steady myself as tremors of pleasure rippled through my lower belly and down my trembling thighs.My legs. Maureen is the oldest of your friends, and at just over six feet the tallest. She has brown bobbed hair with straight bangs, medium skin, and a slim athletic build that screams basketball player, which she is. She's wearing her usual bright pink with gold lamay tennis shorts and a white tank top that ends just above her navel. Maureen doesn't "do" makeup, but her skin is smooth enough and her lips pink enough to get by without.Next comes Olivia, a couple of weeks younger than Maureen. Her black. She didn’t tell me and said it was for some work. I suspected something fishy and said, “I’ll only give you the money if you tell me truly what it is for.” She didn’t tell me and started pleading with drops of tears (fake of course) rolling down her eyes.She said, “Please give me the money, I’ll do anything you say. I’ll work overtime, I’ll do anything you want me to.” Listening to this statement the devil inside me woke up! She was one sexy female and I hadn’t had sex in a while now. So I had. I needing more light so I pulled the curtains open. Illuminated, the room looked no better. It was untidy and unkempt, but thankfully, not filled with putrid foods and rats. The atmosphere was dry and parched. A thick layer of dust covered pretty much everything. There were piles of books everywhere, stacked irregularly on the floor or lined neatly along bookshelves. Every available horizontal surface had its quota. Some of the books had been read recently, others book-marked with strips of.