"Hot as fuck in here."Bumfelt took a last look at the pigeon. It was past caring. It didn't give two fucks how hot it was.Iva Whetsnatch was dripping ...ith sweat such was the heat in her small apartment and the fact that the fucking air conditioner had shorted out days ago and the fact that she was bouncing up and down on Bumfelt's cock like it was an Olympic event and she was going for gold."Fuck me, Eddie, fuck me," she gasped, pumping her pelvis down in a rhythm. " Fuck me, baby."He did. If. She would find herself in the same isolated position I find myself but without my ex-husband Sam and The Doctor to at least provide the room in the basement where they keep me.For the night, I chose my outfit carefully. I selected fleshtone stockings with swirling design, those would hide the tattoos on my legs. I wore a baggy white blouse, high necked and long sleeved to cover my upper body. I finished off the outfit with a tight, short leather skirt and three inch heels.When Lydia arrived at. Christy smiled. She realized that this young man, who could ace every test given to him, was a virgin. Everything about him screamed virgin. She had to listen hard to hear him talk. His voice was soft, but masculine. She took a moment to study him. He was attractive and would be very handsome when he matured. With the right haircut and clothes, he could have any woman on this campus. Trying to figure out his allure, she almost missed his statement. “I can help you, if you want,” he said. “Help. “Yes I did!” She almost shouted.“No, you asked Harry to give Greg your numbers, not me,” I jokingly countered in my soft feminine voice. “But he knows how much I love seeing Greg's tight little butt go to town on you so he did give him your numbers.”Nancy looked at me stunned for a second and then began to laugh. I laughed too.“You had me going for a second,” she chuckled.“You have to remember, you wanted Harriet tonight, not Harry.” I reminded her.“You're right and I'm very pleased with her.