His hands were around my waist. I made a halfhearted attempt to break free. “God was it really that obvious?” I muttered. This guy was cocky; no ...ne talked to me this way. “Yeah, it is. Not that I mind.” His hands were on my shoulders, slipping the black straps of my dress off. “Hey! Stop that, what if-” “Don’t put on the modest act all of a sudden, plus its dark and I’m so fucking turned on right now.” He almost moaned the last part, his right hand grabbing a handful of my tit, the other. Mine were B cups while Alice was larger C cups.“Hey, you good?” she asked when she reached me.I pushed up my sunglasses into my honey blonde hair and wasn’t sure what to say. I couldn’t tell her about the voice in my head.“Yeah, why shouldn’t I be?”Alice looked at my face. “You seem a bit confused.”“Oh, it’s nothing. C’mon let's go.”As we walked along the path to the main building I saw one of the gardeners mowing the lawn, sweating profusely in the heat. He was of Latin decent and I think his. Unfortunately that person, many times, and many days, was me.Some people would say, you just need to fight once and then they wouldleave you alone. Not here, not in this town. If you fought and won, theywould simply throw someone else at you until you lost. It was about thistime that I discovered my own ability to find stress relief. Yes, youknow what that was. I did it a lot. How I discovered it was anotherstory.One day I was digging through some boxes. My parents were away, and Icame across a. . even Whitney mid-blowjob. I had a point to get across, and at night I invited Sasha into my bedroom and locked the door.To her credit, Sasha understood immediately what I was trying to do, and she didn't try to seduce me. She was dressed in her pajamas and didn't make any moves to remove her clothing. We stayed up a couple of hours, just talking about whatever came to mind with no pressure to start anything. And when I started yawning, she was the one who suggested that I get a good night's.