She paused, looked down and then up again at Mark."Stink's okay," Mark stated. "Doesn't try to boss us around like Hannahor rat us out to Dad like Liz...and Sarah." Do you talk to her much?" Sure." What do you talk about?" Stuff." What kind of stuff?" You know, stuff." Do you talk to Elizabeth and Sarah about stuff?" Why would I?" Why wouldn't you?" They're not interested in stuff." What are they interested in?" You know." No, really, tell me."Mark rolled his eyes and gave out with a big sigh.. She spread her legs and began to lightly stroke her pussy, once again hidden from view by her panties. Eric approached Rose, grabbing her by the waist and said, “You want this hot stripper to watch me fuck you raw?” “Yes master, please,” Rose replied. “Good girl,” he said. “But first I want you to strip for us.” Eric sat on the couch. Rose was hesitant. “Come on, my slut. I want you naked just for us,” he repeated. She complied, suddenly shy and looking down, removing her blouse and bra,. By the time we arrived at the coffee shop it was all I could do to not give into my needs in the parking lot. Only his promise to meet again the following night allowed me some control. As we said good bye, I gave him my cell phone number and we agreed to meet the following evening at 8:00 at “the room”.As I mentioned in the first part of this story, I have a small room, really a cabin I use as an escape from the stress of every day life. It is a place to read, to reflect, but most. "I hope you will at least accept an Ice-tea?" I asked, trying to keep an even tone, "You look like you might need some cooling-off." In hindsight I shouldn't have teased. Containing my smirk, I opened the can a little abruptly, and splashed Ice-tea all over him. We cracked up.After we were laughed out, I went to wipe his T-shirt dry, and he held on to my shoulder. His fingertip stroked my skin. I thought nothing of it, but when his hand moved upwards and he started caressing my neck, I gave him.