The ‘worst’ part was when he would tell me me to take off my panties and give them to him. My heart would start to pound and my breathing would gr...w shallow as I tried to do as he said, hoping the aisle stayed empty. When I managed to take them off, I would hand my panties to him and he’d slip them into his pocket. Now, when I bent over, he was able to reach right under my skirt and rub my pussy. He loved feeling how hot and wet I was from the entire ordeal. Knowing that at any moment some. "We need to have an inspection." Inspection?" I squeaked."Yes. Already I see that you have a smudge on your jacket."Ms. Germaine held the collar of my suit jacket and vigorously rubbed atthe non-existent 'smudge', which happened to be placed directly over myleft breast."And here, some dust on your backside."With a series of hard, slapping motions, she beat the imaginary dustout of my skirt, slapping my behind in the process."Your lipstick is smudged on the corner and your mascara has streakedon. There were 4 or 5 guys in the hot tub, a few Speedo clad guys lying out around the pool. The crowd checked me out as I walked into the office and met a tan guy in Calvin Klein tightie-whities and black boots—the resort staff uniform. Rob, like me, was in his late 20’s, and said he was the day manager and guessed I was the guy Jesse had called about. Rob offered to get my bags from the car, but when I told him I had everything in my gym bag, he commented that “I must be taking advantage of the. Nothing in my life had ever prepared me for the experience I was enjoying. I recalled that two days earlier I was repulsed thinking my father wanted me but that moment of insanity was gone, replaced by a cloud of rapture as his balls slapped repeatedly against my body. He bent his head and covered my breast with his hot moist lips then teased the nipple with the tip of his tongue, I gurgled a moan at the thrill that raced through my breasts. He pushed up on his arms, looking down on me as his.