" What a whore," I thought to myself as I looked down on her, her skirt around her waist, her panties pushed aside, my fingers fucking her cunt and he... nipples bursting out of her top. I lean forward, sucking one, then the other and knowing her nipples are as sensitive as they are responsive. She answered very quickly by writhing around the back of the SUV, aroused by my manhandling, aroused to bursting. She had no problem with deserting her charity work, now that she had the one man she had. She gave me the once-over.'Yes?' she asked, and I recognized her voice from the phone.'I called you half an hour ago,' I said. 'About the room. The notice in the pub.''Ah, yes. You must be... Karen? I'm Hilda. No trouble finding me?' She smiled for the first time.'No,' I said, looking around. 'It's lovely here. I didn't know they had put up these houses so close to the river bank.'Hilda nodded. 'Yes, they did a good job. I used to live around the corner, but when this opportunity arose, I. " She smiled, before turning to head for the door, I obediently followed behind her, having to walk fast to keep up with her.Outside the room was a narrow dark corridor, at the end of which was a spiralling staircase. We made our way up and turned into a long fancy corridor which lead to an even fancier huge manor hall. Both of our barefeet on the stone flooring made a slapping sound which echoed throughout the large red patterned walls. She lead me up these big marble stairs, and then turned. So, Stephanie's feelings of anticipation, and guilt, swung back and forth in varying degrees of influence. But she held to her purpose just the same. She told herself that this was 'just' an 'experiment', and nothing more than that. It was 'only' out of mere curiosity. 'Just?' 'Merely?' 'Only?' Words like that helped Stephanie make it through those next three days.Thursday afternoon---Arriving at Jan and Mike's place, Stephanie was incredibly excited, as well as nervous. What she was there to.