“STOP!!!!” I screamed at the top of my voice hoping someone would hear me. “Shut up you little slut! If you cooperate I won’t hurt you!” the...voice said. “What do you want from me?” I asked the voice. “Oh we will get to what I want soon enough” he said as a felt something very cold slide up my body, over my tits and press against my throat. “I’m holding a knife at your throat and if you don’t do what I tell you too I will cut you,” the voice told me. I was trembling at this point and honestly I. Slowly just a peck on each other’s lips to slowly opening our mouth, we passionately kissed each other. As we separated out wet lips, we both realized what we were up to and separated our hug. I started walking out of the gallery while she caught me from behind and hugged me more tightly.Friends, you are reading this story on indiansexstories dot netMaybe, her feelings had taken over and I was on the verge of losing my control too. She removed my shirt from behind and I did the same turning. “Well don’t feel bad,” she replied, “I’ve never had a real boyfriend.”Paula grabbed my hand and I turned to look at her. “Joe,” she tried to say casually although the serious look on her face said otherwise, “Do you need time to visit the other people you are going to visit out here?”She was staring at me, waiting for my answer. “Paula, there aren’t any people out here—I only came to California to see you.”Her face softened and a subtle look of understanding and relief was reflected in her. Shawna came to me and stroked my face. There was sympathy in her eyes and I could tell that she felt guilty about this whole thing. She softly explained that the club was now empty except for this party, the DJ, two armed security guards, Piam, her, and me. The guests would leave via the exit door in this room, security would see that the DJ was out, and would escort us 'girls' to the dressing room. The door would be locked so we could only exit to the parking lot from there. She said that once.