It’s cold outside. Come in, and we’ll have some hot cocoa.’ Her voice resonated on the perfect tone. She seemed nice, genuine. I doubted she wou...d harm me. I was reassured. Besides-I reasoned-it was very cold, and I was very weary. I followed her inside, and she showed me to a small, ornate oak table. She drew up a chair courteously. The cocoa she served me was rich and creamy, probably the best I’ve ever had. ‘What’s your name,’ I asked politely. ‘Adria,’ she answered. ‘Yours?’ ‘Hans. How. Katie was often the first in bed. Melissa would stay up later and read. I sat at the table, reading scores of sex stories I'd downloaded from Google and various sites, and looking at nudie pictures on my CD-ROMs and rubbing myself through my underwear. Melissa would cast eyes over her magazine and smile around the pages. She would rub my crotch with her bare feet and eventually, she would slide across to the edge of the bed and motion for me to stand. I would and she slipped my underwear down. She could torture him no longer, however, as her own desire was becoming unbearable. Her body slid along his until their lips met and her moistened opening was in the desired position; she lowered herself to coat his length in her juices, biting down on his lip once more. Claudia sat up straight, her fiery eyes locked on Brian's, and used her hand to guide him to her entrance, holding him there for a second. A gasp escaped her and her eyes closed as she sank onto him all the way. Her hips began. In the middle of the night Brooke put headphones on Claire with an annoying loop of sound to keep her up all night. Claire remained silent, exhausted, and horny. The next day Brooke told Claire to get food from the fast food joint. Claire did this and it was cold with her latex maid outfit. When she returned Brooke ate all the food and made Claire watch her eat it. Claire then asked for permission to orgasm since she retrieved food. Brooke looked at her and said. Since you asked your orgasm is.