She lightly kissed my ear and continued reading.“So, the guy in the story approaches the girl while she is picking out melons. He holds up a melon ...nd asks her how you can tell if a melon is fresh while staring down at her breasts. Oh, like that would ever work.” She adds doubtfully. Linda now has her arms wrapped around my neck and is running the fingers of one hand through my hair. I can feel her breasts press into my upper back.“Hey you’re here.” I remind her, “And it works for the guy. As he stepped back I got a chance to look round and realised that about 9 men now surrounded me all with their cocks out wanking and looking at me with lust filled eyes.A large black guy stepped out of the crowd and said, "Right slut, we is all gonna fuck your pretty little ass and mouth so get up and lie over the table"I began to get up off the seat, but I was obviously too slow for the crowd and I felt several pair of hands roughly grab me and pick me. I was then turned over and forced down. ”“Actually, I have sandwiches for us. I got pitas because you said you wanted less carbohydrates.”“Thanks!”We ate and then I posed for her. It was actually more uncomfortable than the karate pose had been, though because I wasn’t standing on one leg, it was easier to hold the pose for a longer time. When the hour was over, I dressed and headed back to the office. It was a busy afternoon, including a follow-up phone call from Computerworld. The reporter wasn’t sure when the article would run,. His laugh boomed again, as he raised his cup and took a drink.*******I sat looking at the table. "Last winter...that was a pretty hard one,wasn't it?"She groaned. "The coldest I can remember!" So...did you have to sleep with him?" I asked, even though I guess heranswer. "Did he try anything with you?"Her face reddened and she looked quickly away. Slowly, Sam began tospeak...this time as if she was choosing her words carefully.*******As bedtime approached, I climbed up the tall stairs. Kodiak.