"Julie, I know what you mean by special!" as my fingers felt what could only be a tightly tucked penis. "Are you shocked?" she asked. "Maybe you would...like to leave now?" "No way I'm going to abandon a hot babe like you, Julie!" was my response. Her hand began to squeeze my cock. I felt nigh unto bursting. "Julie, I have to confess I've been searching for a place like this and a babe like you. You've found some one who appreciates your charms." She was by now rubbing my cock head, driving me. Sometimes he kissed me on top of my head, but so did my aunt and uncle and who knows how many other people.Before Mrs. C. died, our families had this agreement about sleepovers. I’m not talking about her staying all night at my house, or me at hers. We did that all the time. The way we defined “sleepover” was when you invited five to ten girls and made a party out of it.If Chrissy and I had had our way, we’d have slept over all the time. It wouldn’t have mattered where to either of us. But our. The words were anything but endearments, but his tone made they seem like they were. “Hold your arms out.” He deftly slipped an emerald green strapless corset around my waist and slid it up under my breasts. “Take a deep breath and let it all out, like this,” he said demonstrating the technique. “Then you wear the damn thing, if you know how to do it.” Talk about pushing it, I was going to the nth degree. “NOW!” I hadn’t known he could speak so sharply or so loudly. But I knew now. Boy, did I. I entered the elevator and pressed the button for my floor. The doors closed but nothing further happened. I pressed the button again. Still nothing. Damn! What was I doing wrong? Jimmy made it all seem so easy. I certainly didn't remember ever getting on a plane to go to that tropical island of his. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my office once more.When I opened them again I was standing just outside the door to my little glass walled cubicle. About time! I pulled on the door. Damn!It.