I was about 5'5" 115 lbs. with asian eyes that make look exotic and sensual (people reffered to them as bedroom eyes) a tiny waist that goes down int... a nice firm bubble but and strong stripper legs. i felt sexy. i withdrew the 50 dollar bill and did the remainder of the cocain. put on the dress as i felt the drugs strart to kick in. I was ready. Trey Songz was playing as i walked into the bedroom where he was waiting. any nervousness i was feel was long gone as i started my sinsual dance. he. As I grasped the slippey rod a moan of pleasure came from his lips. This encouraged me and I slid my hand up and down his shaft. He responded with more moans."30 seconds"I stroked his shaft again and again. What a turn on! Then his hands were pulling my skirt up and soon it was around my hips. He pulled himself free of my hands thrust his shaft against my panties. It found it's way downward to the slippery insides of my thighs, just below my panties.With a groan he slid his shaft between my wet. "Oh, well, Miss Carpesi, that ad is no longer valid. I've changed my mind."A sadness swept her face like a sudden storm. "I was really hoping for, for a chance." she said plaintively, her pretty blue eyes tearing. "I really want to go to college."It was not a game with her as it had been for me, I suddenly realized. The girl was actually there for a scholarship interview."How old are you, Beth?" I asked, my interest in the silly project again revived."I'll be eighteen in three days," she. Lydia followed meekly behind, her head bent down between her sagging shoulders. Her long dirty blonde hair hung around her face. What they planned for her, Lydia could only imagine.When they reached the main path once more they all joined and moved silently back to house. But instead of going into the structure the men dragged Lydia up the path to the barn. Shoving her through the doorway they followed, telling her to join her friend.When she reached the far stall Lydia peered around the high.