It was late and dark, even for the city streets. As we approached an alley way, a white panel van pulled out of the street and stopped, blocking our w...y. The front passenger door and side sliding door opened at the same time. Quickly, three women wearing all white cloths jumped out. Before I knew what was happening, one of the women sprayed something in my face. The last thing I remembered was everything going black.I stood up to try and wake the others. My head still felt unclear, and. It was usually locked, but this morning it was unlocked and opened. I walked down the hallway and realized that I was in an unfinished area of the building, like a basement, with cinder block walls, no carpeting, and lots of storage of boxes and furniture (desks, beds, lamps, dressers), and cleaning supplies, a lawnmower, mops and buckets?basic maintenance stuff. I went into the third door on the right and there were large cardboard boxes stacked 3-4 high to the ceiling and on the floor were. Naked together, warm bodies slotted tightly, our clinch accelerated rapidly. I rested alongside; flawless biscuit-toned skin caught the shadows. Light and dark, as slow fingers traced the hill and vale of every curve, shoulders, cinched waist, and hips. They meandered around the exquisite spill of her full breasts to their crunched areolas and teased her hard nipples. Signposted by slow gasps, the faintest contact eased to the taut flare of her abdomen and tight obliques. She pouted with. I knew I had beer goggles on, but to be honest, Trish did look fantastic, with her hair done up in a convoluted style, and her characteristic tight t-shirt and jeans."Uh, are you gonna be all right professor?" Trish asked, her expression a bit intrigued."Henry. My name's Henry." I answered her, my gaze dropping to her gorgeous tits again. God I wanted to grab a hold and just massage the hell out of that body before..."Professor, I think you need to get home." Trish said again, staring at the.