When I reach for it, our fingers touch. “Do you need anything else?” she asks, a suggestive lilt to her voice. I look to her nametag, my eyes li...ger a moment longer than needed. Suzie. “Suzie? Do you mind if I ask you something?” She lets her head fall to the side, a curl of hair springs free and teases the smooth skin of her neck. Likely, because of her job as the early morning waitress in a coffee bar, she’s heard every date-proposition line a man could think of. “Asking me out?” I tip. 'Never. How you doing, sis?'Keira sighed. 'I'm okay, you know how it is. Everyone is freaking out already about college and GPAs and all that other stuff.''Well not everyone has the advantage of being a brain like you.' I said.'Right.' She didn't sound convinced. 'Well the world will have hell to pay if I don't get in to Stanford.''Damn right it will. I might have to end up going to a community college just so we can hang.'I couldn't see her, but I could feel her smiling on the other end of the. “Horny,” answered Carla. “It turns me on knowing that I’m exposed, vulnerable; that you’re both staring at me. It’s making me wet.”“Hmm, good answer.” smiled Michelle. “That wasn’t so difficult, was it? Are you really getting wet?”Michelle walked up to Carla, who was still bent over the desk. She placed her fingers on Carla’s exposed mound and rubbed her pussy, making Carla gasp in delight. Then she slipped a finger into Carla’s pussy. It went in easily.“Ooh, you are wet, aren’t you?” said. I had as much as told him this was one of my favorite fantasies, but I had put it out of my mind as soon as I knew we would be playing in a hotel. There were no ceiling hooks he could use, or anything else that I could see. I followed along as he took me by the arm and led me to the doorway between the living room and the bedroom. When we got there, I saw that he had used two door-stops to hold the door in position halfway open. He unhooked my wrists, repositioned them in front of me with the.