You leave the hall and go down some steps. There is a room you enter at the bottom. Your eyes become accustomed to the low light and you scream inside...at the sight. This is not a nice room!No time to ponder as you are forcibly pulled into the room. The sound is dead. You know that nobody would hear you if you even if you screamed. “You are a woman who doesn’t know how dirty a whore you want to be, aren’t you?” she whispers. “You need to learn. You are here to be taught. Your lessons will start. Looking around the room and taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I spoke aloud. "Mary-Jane...?"A second passed...then two...three...ten...nothing. I don't know too much about ghosts; I've always been pretty neutral on the subject of their existence. But wasn't there supposed to be a gust of wind? A drop in temperature? It would have been easy to tell in this sweatbox, but nothing. My heart sank a little. I guess I'm just another horny college student with an overactive imagination.I pushed. '' he said pushing me into doing it, knowing that l am desperate enough to actually try and do it. He started to play with my clit so l would not think too much. lt felt so good, l started to moan in pleasure.''So what will it be? l am getting bored here'' he said clearly enjoying my distress and inner battle - to go somewhere l never been before or chicken out.''Fuck! Fuck it, l will do it!'' l said through gritted teeth, feeling too horny to stop now, feeling degraded, pushed, forced - it all. Now I want you to grab Beth’s legs, hold them up and spread them as wide as you can.”“OK daddy, whatever you say.”I knelt beside Beth and stroked my cock with one hand and used the other to work her clit. It was too sensitive for my tongue but I knew by rubbing all fingers across it she was going to squirt a lot more.After a few seconds she cried out, “Fuck I’m going to squirt again! MMMMMM,” as a massive torrent of pussy juice sprayed all over Mary Ann who was already soaking wet. She said,.