. you say, "nice" ... I sit and we chat ... you ask me to flash you ... and I tell you "I don't do something for nothing, show me what cha got!" ... ...ou look down and say "What!" ... ... so we talk for a while ... I tell you a few "naughty" things ... you, being your shy self ... and already at the library for some time, telll me you need to go home ... which, I already feel a little disappointed, thinking that you have to leave, {wishing I got there a bit earlier!} and sad that we couldn't. “We’re almost ready to go.”“We better hurry, she’s only there for about 20 minutes a day.”“I know the schedule,” He petted Sara’s head and I was surprised her leg didn’t twitch. If she had a tail she’d lift herself off the tiles. All the girls passed him their room cards. I had got chewed out for letting one tenant have 5 for his room. I should have rented him another room but that wasn’t Matthew. He walked over to me.“Ready to check out? Have you enjoyed your stay.”“A little too much, I. That’s better, I thought.Next, I staggered back towards John’s house and lightly tapped on the window when John finally passed near it. He saw me and immediately smiled a big wide grin and motioned for me to go around the side of the house, where he opened the basement door to let me in. He gave me a big hug, and squeezed my ass cheeks. “You’re just in time. Hey, how about coming up and entertaining my buddies?” I wasn’t sure. “How ‘bout some coke to get up your courage?” “Well…”“Tell you. As the memories flashed through my mind like a fast-forward video, they stopped at specific times and I gasped audibly. It happened numerous times. The gasps and flushing of my skin weren't just the physical acts that had occurred, but my reaction to physical, verbal, and emotional conditions. I hadn’t understood it at the time, but Jake had seen my reactions. I was deep in the physical, buried in cocks and pussies, but he watched me so intently and carefully he saw more than my body being used.