That casual touch could now be a caress. Her erect nipples might not be the result of the air conditioning. Her lean across the table to return a menu...now might be an opportunity for her to reveal her breasts. The inadvertent contact with a server now perhaps was an occasion to confirm the fullness of her breasts, or to evaluate the length and hardness of an erection. And there were erections. She made an impression on quite a few, and I found myself contrasting their eager young hardness with. Okay, I did have to check the computer to know what she was doing before the party. I also had to check the computer to find out the details about the butt plug up my ass. God that sounds so stupid, but it was true. I tried but could not remember how, or why it was there. I was a little surprised that I knew what it was at all.I called Wilma at home, while I had breakfast at the lake. I had a biscuit and coffee while I sat on the balcony watching the sailboats. The biscuit was very good. I. Isn't it." He sat beside her, watching her reaction. "Sorry I should've warned you. I'll tell you next time." Feeling the need to calm her, he gently forced her to lay back on the bed. He began kissing her once more, she pushes him away, exclaiming. "There won't be a next time." She quickly sat up, then ran from his room, to her room across the hall, slamming the door behind. He yelled. "Alyssa. Please come back. I'm sorry."Chapter 3Brad quickly struggled into his jeans, not worrying about. He told her to remove her skirt and blouse.She didn't want to but could see no way out. The feeling of being safe was truly gone now. She removed her skirt and blouse, not realizing that the slowness of removal was turning him on more and more. She stood there in her underwear, regretting now wearing something so sexy.He drank in her vulnerability enjoying the striptease that he could tell she had no idea she was performing. Again he Put her over his knee, pulling her panties down he gently.