...but...here in the hotel all of these people have a wealth of experience they know what they’re doing...her first time here and her second and so ...n etc will be special and she’ll enjoy those experiences with men who know what they’re doing...who know how to please...they’ll educate her and make her feel wonderful...and we’ll be there to help her...guide her...it will be a strange but rewarding experience for us all...better it happen here and now rather than the backseat of some car...don’t. But then the hand started inching over & cupping my arse cheeks throuh my school skirt, I tried to move away but there was just no room to move, I tried to look around to give the person a filthy look but I could not even do that. The fingers dropped below my skirt & started to inch there way up my thighs, I wanted to scream but thought I would look like a histerical idiot.I tried to edge away but again there was no room I just got pushed back by the crowd onto the mystery hand that had now. He tried hard to locate a mechanism to let the stairs down, and found there had been one- but it had been removed. In fact, unbeknownst to him, it was operated by a servo motor, which could be triggered either inside the car or by remote control.Just then, he heard a latch being undogged, and looked up.“Why, Mr. Landis,” came the sarcastic drawl of John Caldwell, “We’ve been waiting for you.”While not mentioning it, John made a good point of showing the old Colt .45 Magnum in his hand. It was a. ‘I’m glad,’ Bobby said, ‘I want to be good for you.’ ‘Oh, God! Are you ever!’ Helen kissed him again. ‘I’m glad we ran into each other at the mall!’ ‘Me, too,’ Bobby agreed. Helen ran her hand over the young man’s bare chest and snuggled against him. She laid her head on his shoulder and savored the pressure of his body against hers. Bobby lay there, enjoying the way her hair tickled his cheek. Then he felt her hand slide over his belly, seeking, then finding, his penis. She started stroking.