I cringe. We step inside on the first floor. We move to the back and several people enter. Men have been staring all day and the women have been gi...ing me dirty looks all day (filthy slut). The elevator is no different. The doors close and we move to the second level. I am blushing furiously.Here everyone else exits. It is just Master and myself. I glance behind us only to see the group of teenaged boys from earlier, with a very clear view as the elevator is right next to the balcony. Her bending over a chair in her underwear showing her ass looking back smiling with this devilish sexy grin. Another was her on clean white sheets cupping her breast showcasing her nipples. I loved that one so much I loved the look on her face in the pictures. I felt bad after but not that bad I had a crush on her before my dad ever married her. I remember the first time I saw her I thought she was absolutely gorgeous. My dad on the other hand lost interest completely they began an open. Of course there was little chance that I'd meet 'Lover Boy', even though we had found that we both lived in the same country. It is a strange experience to grow to know a person intimately, their likes and dislikes, their inner thoughts and their sexual desires, yet at the same time not know what they look like or what their real name is. Then again it's that very same anonymity that makes it easier to indulge in the sexual play online and 'Pleasure Girl', which was my online handle, was. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in to me to his balls. We talked as we fucked; a first for me. He would fuck me hard and fast, sometimes making me cum before he stopped, then we would just talk, his cock deep inside me. When I started moving my ass he would resume fucking me again till I came again.At one point while we were talking and fucking, he told me I wasn’t as tight as Peggy, but that it was better with me because he wasn’t afraid he was going to hurt me. Peggy? I just.