Monica said, “So nice to hear from you, Cindy said you might call. What can I do for you?”“Oh you can do a lot for me” thought Dan but he said... “I hate going out to restaurants to have dinner by myself, it’s embarrassing so I was hoping you would accompany me and solve that problem. I enjoyed your company when we met.”“I know what you mean about going into a restaurant alone and I agree with you. Yes I would like to go out to dinner with you as I also enjoyed talking to you. Perhaps you could. “How would you like to see more?” I prodded them. I took one boys workout chart and pencil from him, and I wrote my address on it. Then I said, “If you want to see the rest, meet me at this address in fifteen minutes.” Then I headed off to the locker room to change my clothes. As I put on my street clothes back on, I thought about what I was doing, and I almost decided to go tell them that I had just been kidding. But I really was getting excited thinking about being. He said to leave my bike at the door and come in. We went in and he said he'd be right back and went down the hall. When he came back he had jeans and t-shirt on. He opened the package and pulled out a set of uniforms. He said I should take off my shirt and pants so he could see how they fit. I took everything off and told him I didn't have new underwear on, he said to try them on anyways. I put the pants on then shirt. After buttoning them up he came over to check the fit. He rubbed my. “Ryan!” I yelled as he fucked me harder. He was forcing himself at me, with energy and stamina I had never seen before. With one hand he steadied himself on me, and with the other he reached underneath me and squeezed my butt. I squealed. “You like that, don't you sis?” asked Ryan. “You act all arrogant and important but you're really just a nasty little girl who wants to get fucked.” I couldn't find the breath to argue, and even if I had been able to I don't know if he was terribly wrong. I.