That’s too bad. Thanks anyway. Good night, Ben!”Sophie disappeared. Ben was terrified. He wasn’t sure what this was all about, but he felt like ...e’d fallen into a big bear trap. The next night, Sophie was again the last to leave. She didn’t even look at him as she left. The moment the door closed, he locked it and ran to the back. Sure enough, right on the doorknob hung another pair of panties. These were satin, pink, boy-cut. The edges were trimmed in lace. “Jesus,” Ben hissed. His cock. She then said "pause it ill be right back". My mind was racing is this really happening? Am I supposed to just "watch" the porn. She returned to the room carrying a blanket and sat on the couch across from me. she covered herself with the blankets and then I could tell she was taking her panties off underneath. I guess we are going to masturbate together, Sweet, my heart started to race again. She then looked at me then threw the pair of panties she has just taken off to me. My heart raced. Had someone passed near my table, they might have seen me blush as I thought about our past relationship, wondering if just seeing him would still make me wet in places women aren’t supposed to think about it. Who says women aren’t visual as well as sensual? Then he was there. I watched as he stopped briefly to remove his coat and speak to the maître d’. The maitre d’ gestured in my direction and when he turned to look, I smiled and gave a little finger wave to indicate I saw him. I emptied my. "Well, well, what have we here," Mack roared drunkenly, "A lovely damsel waiting for little ole' me!" Before I could move or react at all he grabbed me and began hugging and kissing me, feeling me up and massaging my buttocks. I struggled, but his hands were all over my body. One hand was in my crotch, the other tore off my gown."Mack," I screamed, "I'm you're sister!" It did no good. He was so fast that I never knew what hit me, I was on my back and his cock was pumping into me.As I said.