We entered in an old building and walked to the lift, he pushed the button, but lift wasn’t working. “Fuck! Not again… we will have to use stair...,” he said and I followed him. His room was on third floor. I entered in the room after him and looked around; there was a small bed with a night stand, a chair, an old cupboard and some other furniture. Adjacent to the room there was a small kitchen and the other door was for the bathroom, I guessed. I put down my handbag on the chair and sat down on. Christine's hopes of bedding him that night, at least, were dashed when the taxi that she had ordered to take her home arrived but she did tell the barman to say 'Goodnight' to Valerie for her.The next morning Christine, with a headache, phoned Valerie, "Well, have you fucked him yet?" she asked."Fucked who?" replied Valerie, although she knew very well who her friend was talking about."The boy in the tight trousers that has got the hots for you of course," said Christine."No I have not and he. As you sit and talk over your morning coffee your mind racing with lust to have him again. The talk is light and enjoyable, your mind replying the gentle and erotic love last night. Your mind having trouble concentrating on anything more than the warm erotic feeling growing within you. Watching his naked body, you feel your hands moving about you, nervously touching yourself not sexually but almost like in response to the erotic tingle it feels. You wonder is he thinking about you, does he. He totally dominated meeven though I was 22 and he couldn't even vote for another three years.I had only ejaculated a few times in my entire life, like when mystep dad and my br0ther had fucked me but the excessive hormonesthat "daddy" made me take destroyed what little "manhood" I had.I didn't ejaculate that day either but I kept having gasping orgasmns.Crying hysterically but unable to run away. He had such power andcontrol over me I would have let him beat me to death if he wanted.He finally.