Stopping, I politely wait for her to catch up. My little traveling companion is looking much better then the first time I laid eyes on her. She had be...n a huddled mass of dirty rags and bruises. Now she is cleaned up and her dark curls shimmer in the sunlight. Her eyes are full of curiosity and wonder. She almost looks like the happy teenager that she should have been. But rather than the smile of happiness on her face I detect a note of worry on her brow."Yes Alys, what is it?" I ask as she. "It's this way," she crooked a finger in a come-hither gesture.She went to the back of the house her ass seemed all over the place. Thomas' head swayed with her rhythm. If he had been older or more experienced around girls he might of laughed at her exaggerated come-ons. Instead Tom thought maybe, just maybe, she liked him."This is my room," she said grabbing his hand and pulling him inside.Inside her room she pushed the door shut trapping the nervous boy. She bent her head to kiss him. Heart. I immediately see that he's going to be trouble as he reminds me of a past lover who could make me quiver with just his Barry White voice over the phone, had a magical mouth, overt sexuality, a body that knew how to rock my world, and a very large cock. I tell him this and he's very pleased, saying he's also going to rock my world and be at my beck and command. He sees that I need someone to loosen me up, take my stresses away, crawl under my desk at work and pleasure me with his mouth as I sit. . but the conversation would have to wait until after the party.It was almost a pity. When Trish had first run into Tim at her local grocery store, she’d admired the confident way he approached her, the self-assured way he’d asked for her number. It had been a complete chance encounter, too - Tim lived and worked on the opposite side of the city, and had been in the area doing work for a client.And she had to admit, the surprise birthday party had been an incredibly sweet gesture. If only he.