A woman's passion builds more slowly. A gentle kiss encouraging her to be the aggressor will often raise her level of excitement. Willy was ready for ...his role and her kisses foretold sweet things to follow. We stayed a bit longer, now holding hands, occasionally leaning closer to let our lips and tongues explore. "Come to my room with me?" I asked tentatively. She smiled and got to her feet, leading me by the hand into the nightly tumult of Bourbon Street. As we walked down the side streets. "What the hell are you doing?" I try to struggle, then I notice he's naked. I try to scream, but then he shoves one of his socks into my mouth, then ties another around me so I can't spit the other out. My protests are muffled, and can barely be heard. The guard won't be back for another hour, and Corey can do what he likes to me within that time. He unzips my suit, and slips it down my arms but otherwise leaves it on.He winds the arms of his jumpsuit around my wrists, securing them together,. Afterwards, perversely perhaps,she had gone out with a boy her own age, who had asked to see her severelybruised bottom. She had showed him and, to her surprise, he had become veryexcited, asking urgently to have sex. Knowing at least something about therisks of becoming pregnant, Miss Martin had refused. The boy, however, wasmore experienced sexually than she was and, undeterred, had then persuadedher to try anal sex. He had been surprisingly careful and, sore though herbottom still was, she. "A little on the tight side, huh?!?" "Just a little," Gwen managed to reply. "Here, let me try these on, too," Steffi said while grabbing a pair of Gwen's nylon bikini panties and pulling them on over her big thighs. The front barely covered Steffi's huge hairy triangle while the back disappeared into the deep crevice between her massive cheeks. "I look like a real slut, don't I!?!" Steffi snickered as the wine over took her mind. Gwen was still trying not to stare when all at once Steffi asked.