Her friends were all drinking and laughing unreasonably loud at what obviously was meant to draw attention on them. The music was soft and low. ...lmost symphonic and seemed not to fit the rambunctious crowd as they acted out their roles. Her hair was long and flowing. She couldn't have been but barely 21. He thought younger. Her spaghetti straps were off her shoulders and the soft mounds of her breasts were highlighted in her cleavage as she shifted in her seat. Her. As I was saying , I had an overnight in the Big Apple and something about NY always made me feel so, so horny and I always felt like I could fulfill my deepest fantasies there and no one would know about it. That evening after a nice dinner alone, all the while while eating, I kept squeezing my thighs together as I was thinking of MEN using me like a girl and fucking my ass and mouth like a true slut, I decided to take a walk up to the Plaza Hotel next to Central Park and Fifth Avenue. As I got. Taylor glided her hands down her chest until she reached her tight jeans. Slowly unzipping her pants, she took glances up at me, checking if I was enjoying the show. As Taylor yanked at her jeans to get them down, she wondered why she was caring so much about what her kidnapper thought of her.Kicking her jeans off, she exhaled and quickly unclipped her bra, then pulled her underwear down her legs. Standing completely nude, Taylor started to tear up and tried to cover her body with her arms. "I. ”“No!” said Victoria. “You shouldn’t have found it! Now we’ll lock the door and leave it. I’ll think about what we’ll do about it. No, I’ll take the key,” she went on as Bea went to put it in a drawer. “Now, do not mention this to anyone. It will be our secret.”“Yes Victoria. I’ve forgotten all about it already,” Bea giggled. After all, she hadn’t locked the door, she had flicked the key to get a click and then removed it.“I have work to do,” said Victoria. “Will you be all right up here?”“Yes,.