“Get up and bend over the desk,” he instructed. I did as I was told, and laid chest down on his wooden desk. Rick spread my ass cheeks apart, sl...wly working his fingers around my anus. He then took the lube and poured some on my hole, and again used his fingers, this time working one, then two into my ass to force some of the lube inside. I could the feel him place the tip of his cock, once again hard, against the hole. He teased my anus a bit with the cock head, then, in one thrust,. Monday returned and along with my boredom. Ann had suggested over theweekend that I should look for a job. I was not yet bored enough forthat. As I was sitting in my room, my mind wandered back to the dresser.And then I remembered that I had not yet looked in the closet.The closet was stuffed with clothes. Dresses, skirts, blouses, sweaters,jeans, handbags and shoes. There must have been a hundred pairs ofshoes.A pair of Jeans caught my eye that looked to be about my size.Remembering. “Aaaw. That’s so sweet,” Sarah responded. “I didn’t know you were into girls, Emma,” Sarah said. “I’m not…I mean…I don’t think I am, but your ass is just so…perfect,” Emma confessed. “I think maybe you should give Emma a better look, Sarah,” I suggested. I took out a hundred dollar bill from my pocket and stuffed it into their tip jar. Sarah smiled and answered, “Mmmm, maybe you’re right, Mark.” Sarah began slipping down her yoga pants, revealing a petite pink thong and her incredible curvy. Thetaller was bald, with a close-trimmed beard; the shyer was clean shaven,with a short but expensive haircut. Gym buddies? Work friends? Eitherway they were men. Older men. I was acutely aware of their cologne,their hard bodies, the inverted triangle of their figures, the spacethey inhabited fully, and their total masculinity."I'm Nick, this is Tom," he says, full of confidence and swagger,looking from Miranda to me and back again."I'm Ellen," I reply, shifting my weight on the chair, "and.