Um&hellip, well&hellip, uh&hellip, I stuttered nervously. You know, I dont mind drinking as long as its not often, but weed is a gateway drug. It lead... to all sorts of things. Oh come on Ms. Robinson&hellip, No! Not come on! I hate to do it, but I might have to tell your dad or the police. Oh please! Dont call either Id do anything. Please! No Brad. Im sorry, but&hellip, she trailed off, eyeing me and smiling slightly. Anything? Well&hellip, yes, I said, kind of unsure of what she meant. You. She came and sat astride my lap and unbuttoned my shirt and began to kiss me. Ludicrously, my arms got caught in my shirt sleeves and I fell backwards on to the bed. I lay there giggling as Ting arrived who managed to pull my shirt off. Bell now took off my shoes while Ting unbuckled my belt and unzipped my trousers. I was still laying on my back with my legs over the edge of the bed. Ting stood up and in one practised move the bikini top came off and the bottoms pushed down. I could see even. Karma groundher hips into mine, making me feel even more weakly girlish, if that waspossible."All right, you," she ordered with authority. "Into my bed. Now."It was our bed, of course, but I was thrilled whenever she identified itso possessively. And I should point out that, despite how she hadearlier demeaned my penis for being small, I've an average six inches inlength, and on the thick side, though my genitals look odd to me frombeing kept hairless. Pretending to be deficient in the dick. She looks in my direction for approval. Lola and Soma appear too. I give them two thumbs up. They laugh and wave hugging each other. They take off the lingerie and put it back in the bag. I am about to go back to work when Maria comes to the window. She is holding a piece of paper with a phone number on it and using the hand signal ‘call me.’ I pick up the phone and dial the number. Maria answers. “Cal is that you?” I say. “Yes Maria it is me, what would you like?” “How was the show? Were we.