Then She does a little show - She’s not done this before – and wiggles in the miniskirt, flicking it up to show Her stocking-tops and flashes of k...ix. All I can do is gaze at Her, mouth hanging open. She puts on the little show, saying “there you go Graham, nice short skirt, your favourite!” My mouth opens and closes but nothing comes out apart from a croak – “ohhh lovely miss!” is what it should have been. Now She looks at worship videos on my laptop, like She did at the last Session. These. The wetter she got the more he laughed because he wanted her panting and crawling after him like a wanton. Having her stand, he picked her up, carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed while touching her skin and pulling off the panties. He began to sing Leonard Cohen's “I'm Your Man” in his gravelly voice as he unzipped and peeled off his jeans and underwear like a strip tease and lightly maintained the touch of his lips on various parts of her body. Every time she tried to touch him. It was the same guys that had groped me two years ago. He now had one hand on my breast and one hand on my mouth. I tried to scream. The second guy grabbed my wrist and an ankle the third guy grabbed my other wrist and started pulling at my bathing suit bottom. They started carrying me to the side of the alley between two garages. I was trying to scream and was squirming around trying to break free. The third guy had my suit bottom down to my knees. He let go of my suit and put his hand. I compose myself finish getting dressed and walk out the door of the locker room. DeSean is waiting by the front door and flashes a smile,"You look just as sexy in business clothes as you do working out. Can't believe you are 42. Want to go have a drink with me or do you have to get home to the family?" I must have looked confused as I never told him that information. "It's in your membership file, I was curious. Hey I will walk you to your car, its late and I wouldn't want anything to happen.