Or if some big hairy guy wanted me to submit myself to him, let him fuck my virgin butt the minute I got in the door. Visions of being attacked by som... lust filled unknown person accosting me before I was ready terrified me. My hand trembled as I reached for the door steeled myself and made my way up the stairs to the lobby desk. The fellow behind the desk smiled at me and cheerfully greeted me and welcomed me to the site. It reassured me and I discussed the services. I paid for a 3 day. As usual her parents were both still out at work and not expected back for an hour or more. Always open to new experiences, I naturally agreed and soon found myself stripped completely naked and spreadeagled across her bed, wrists and ankles secured to the legs of the bed with soft cords and totally open to anything and everything she wanted to do with me. It was an incredible feeling, being so wide-open, so vulnerable and helpless, and she took full advantage of it. With her still wearing her. The treacherous 'married' who, adored by most, sidles up to you and would 'accidentally' brush his grey-slacked penis against your arse in the coffee queue, if only his gut didn't obscure it. The tedious spinsters who whisper behind their own cunt-stained fingers at the only girl in the office who's 'getting any'. If only they knew half the truth. How this noise and chaos gets dealt with. How your muscles squeeze around my fingers when my palm delivers the searing, stinging relief you need,. I was just zipping up when Donny Hammach, Brittany Felson's old boyfriend, stepped up to the urinal next to mine."How ya doin', Kennedy?" he drawled. "How's your love life?" What's it to you, Donny?" I said. He was talking like he had been drinking. Normally he was such a chickenshit, especially after Jared had cleaned his clock when he broke up with Brittany, that he wouldn't have said more than two words to me.'Oh, just wonderin'," he said lazily. "By the way, mine's just fine, thanks for.