My lips refused to form words.She took her head off my shoulder and stared into my eyes."Maybe we should do something about that," she smiled.She led ...e to her car. Her apartment was less than a mile away from the reception hall. Soon I was sitting on the edge of her bed watching her lift her tee shirt off. When she dropped her bra a friendly pair of pink nipples stood out from her small white breasts. Her jeans and panties quickly dropped to the floor. Her skin was like ivory, which made the. The owner of the voice was actually Richard Spencer, who was the person running the course."Naughty boy, looking at the barman's arse," said Richard, who was aged in his late forties."I was not," John said indignantly."It is rather a sexy arse isn't it, very spankable," Richard Spencer went on."Don't be ridiculous I..." started John."Were you looking at my arse when I had my back turned this afternoon?" continued Richard, ignoring John's protests."No, no of course not. I am not like that,". Natalie finished her cigarette and lit another straight away while telling me she loved me and wouldn't do anything to hurt me.Maybe she was feeling guilty I thought. It was a long day and my mind was really mixed up. Did something really happen last night? I had made up my mind to follow her tonight to see for myself.She came downstairs once again looking like a slut in her short skirt and top but without the tights and her trademark slutty pink leather jacket and too much makeup. I couldn't. Every thought of a twist pulled at her insides and her head was held fast against it. She screamed against her gag, her breath filling the hood in a moist warmth. Before yesterday. Was it only a day? She had only ever taken her top off in front of one person. Now she was strung up on display with al these hands touching her. As her panic started to subside the noise and number of hands did as well. She started to make out parts of individual conversations. The people crowded around her were.