"She'll be waking up soon..."Slowly consciousness returned to your fatigued body and as your eyes slowly got used to the dark room you could begin to ...ake out the figures of several people - two were holding your arms down and a third was strapping your legs down to the table you are lying on."Uh... what, where am I," you groan, unable to use your hands to massage your pounding headache. "You are in a top-secret facility," said a strict looking woman, stepping closer to you. "You and several. And you're smiling an awful lot for someone who doesn't like what's going on. And your hips are moving around a lot, too. You're not enjoying this, are you?" Well... It does feel nice." From the looks of your cooter, you didn't have an orgasm with him, did you? I've never see a vulva that swollen and red and drippy." No, not really." Why don't you go ahead and bring yourself off right now." HERE? In front of my own father?" Why not? Here, give me your hand. Just rub it like this - see, isn't. And yet, still, here I am in bed with him. Again. I roll over from my right shoulder to my left to face him, now reminded that I’m down to little more than a skimpy pair of cotton panties. He’s still asleep, peaceful, breathing slowly in and out, eyes shuttered, hair tousled, stubble another day closer to the beard he has no trouble growing. His unimpressive chest rises and falls slowly. I recall getting ready to leave the party at Leanne’s house last night, ready to stumble the couple blocks. When he arrived alone, I immediately thought that he had chickened out, but, no, the girlfriend was already at the hotel.She was in the bar and had already had a couple by the time we got there – the bar seemed like a great place to meet and kind of ease into things before going upstairs. Picture a seedy hotel bar, kind of dark with big banquette type seats around the wall, a very disinterested bar man, and only one guy sitting at the bar with his back to the wall watching TV with the sound.