Spencer said gently, settling herself on the chair again.“Where do I go from here?” I asked, lost.“Home?” she offered.I laughed bitterly. “T...ere’s nothing for me there. Someone told a lie about me and no one stopped to realize that it couldn’t possibly be true. They believed the worst about me without even giving me the chance to defend myself.”“Care to share?” she asked.“The story is that a girl had to get an abortion this summer. It was a girl I met for the first time last month.”“That’s an. The room was almost pitch black, and I heard the music playing extremely loud. The room felt more like a nightclub, definitely nothing like the dances back home. But what caught me the most was the way people were dancing. It seemed like every girl had a guy grinding on her. The girls stood with their ass pressed against the guy, and some of the guys were even groping the girls. There would have been suspensions for behavior like this at home, but here at the dance no one seemed to care. Jack. “What?” I said.“Are you guys getting kinky in there?” called Rhianne.“Just do it!” giggled Crissy. “We’ll take a shower after.”I shrugged. “OK,” I said, climbing into the bathtub. “Then we can swap places.”Crissy did a little victory dance. “Oh goody!” she said. “I had a feeling you’d be into it!”As I stood over her the arousal almost made it impossible to release, but finally a wonderful stream of yellow piss arced from my wee-wee hose, landing square in the middle of her chest. She giggled. After the 90 minute drive I arrive in Whangarei , follow the directions I received by text I find the massage parlour staff entrance. I knock on the door and am greeted by the owner who looks me up and down.Hello Janet I'm Samantha. Dressed in high quality bright red motorbike leathers her jet black hair and lack of make up Samantha's broad shoulders lean athletic body her tall stature is intimidating. Down the hall office is second door on the left . Can I get you anything to drink while we.