" You can walk now?" I'll have to, you promised not to leave me alone."She saw the struggle on his face, but finally he nodded. "If you can walk, you ...an come. I have an idea, and an extra pair of eyes and ears makes it a lot safer."It turned out she could walk, if he helped her. Her wounded leg would support her weight, but it was agony to bend it. He led her to the janitor's closet and leaned her against the wall. "There's a roof access here, but it's locked. Listen for anything trying the. "Ooooooh," she cooed, slipping her finger in up to her knuckle. "I canfeel your cum in my ass."My heart began to race as I watched the scene unfolding before me.Taking the towel from my waist, I tossed it aside, eliciting a lustfulgaze from Kate, who began to eye my cock hungrily. Casting a wickedsmile, she pulled her finger out of her ass and held it up to my view. Icould see that it was covered in the glistening sheen of the cum I hadrecently injected into Kate's ass. Then, with her eyes. We both got off work at the same time every night, and our companies operated on the same block, so we were always racing home (Ferris Bueller style, cutting through yards and discovering new shortcuts) to get there first.Whomever got home first got to use the bathroom first.This made a big difference, to both of us, in how the rest of the evening went.Keri was working in a place where she was on her feet all day, and dealing with nonstop customers. To keep her spirits and energy up she had a. Cheryl, my Home Office mole found that a certain Lady Margaret Hunter Phd. Cantab, had attended Parole Boards at Galloway Prison for several years as a consultant in criminal psychology, principally from late 1973 until very recently, just after the quaintly termed 'incident' in question. It was too much of a coincidence; too likely the kind of sophisticated vindictiveness of which I could easily imagine Margaret capable. She'd been the doyenne of clever retribution for wrongs real or imagined,.