“I want to arrange it so you can get fucked.”“Why?”“Because I want to see you get pleasure, but I also think it would be hot.”“And you w...uldn’t mind just seeing a guy fuck me.” I was flabbergasted. “Hell I wouldn’t mind seeing a bunch of guys fuck you.”I didn’t know how to respond. I just looked at him.“Does that freak you out?”“No, not really. But really? You wouldn’t care?”“Not at all.”I didn’t mean to say it, but “damn” slipped out of my mouth. “So its settled. I’ll set it all up.” He stood. So you can come over here on your own…or else I’ll come over there and get you.” “Harte,” she sighed, clenching her eyes shut briefly. “Fuck.” “Come. Here.” She stood. Her long legs felt shaky as she approached the bed. She crawled onto the mattress and spread her thighs. Her body trembled as she watched him move onto his hands and knees to bring his face to her open pussy. She could feel the heat of each breath hitting her. “God, you’re beautiful,” he groaned. “Your skin makes me think of. Wilcox checked out thismorning."What a fool I'd been! Throwing away everything for a one night standwith a baseball player! In a trance I picked up my beach bag and walkedslowly back to my room, where a large manila envelope was waiting for meoutside the door. I tore it open to find my bra, panties, purse and aletter written on the hotel stationery:"Dear Maddy,Where were you this morning? When I woke up my knee was killing me -did I really carry you back to the room? Anyway I called my. You played guitar. That’s so cool.”“Yeah, I’ve been playing guitar for about 5 years, now,” Samantha said with some extra pep in her voice. “I mostly stick with my regular 6-string acoustic, but I also play a 12-string acoustic and a couple of electrics on certain songs.”“That is so cool, Sam,” Lynette repeated herself. “I thought you just played clarinet, like in class and in the junior orchestral band.”“No,” she laughed out. “I can also play the sax and a little piano, just nowhere near as.