Val wasn't wearing very much. She hopped up and sat on the desk. I could see tight shorts, a midriff-baring t-shirt, and a great deal of olive skin. I...d have laid even odds there wasn't anything under the clothes I could see, too. It was frustrating.She was living proof that at least a few 'parabilities' were unmixed blessings. On the Italian women's gymnastics team at the '80 Olympics, she'd come in ninth overall. In '84 she'd been eighteen and past her prime, but still done respectably.. The wine came and we enjoyed making small talk.The waitress made sure to bend over to go over our order and every time she stopped at the table. We got plenty of cleavage shots including full nipple view. She was either cold or horny because they looked hard as bullets and I noticed that the right one had a ring through it. We also kidded each other about the increase male walk-by traffic.We finished the salad and ordered two more glasses of wine to go with meal that was on its way. I moved my. She walked up and stood behind the couch, her heart starting to race. Eric was still wrapping up his recording. "...I don't like leaving consent to just a phrase or a gesture, stuff you might misinterpret or do by accident. To be safe, try agreeing on some kind of talisman- a piece of jewelry, an article of clothing, some kind of-" "Sorry I'm late!"Eric turned around, his heavy brow and strong jaw tensing when his eyes settled on her collar. "Not yet you're not!" he barked, reaching back and. His hands squeezed and fondled my soft white ass cheeks, then a single finger pressed against my asshole.I think I already told you that I was a virgin back there. I had never permitted any guy to go near it and had never even thought much about it. The very idea was so disgusting and degrading to me that even in my fantasies about rape and slavery, being sodomised hadn't figured into anything.It was something I should have expected from a crude, lowlife like Al. His friends, of course, were no.