Almost without realising I am touching my cock lightly. Gentle squeezes on the tip, flat palmed strokes down the shaft, pressure of the whole against ...y body – feeling the heat. Then I raise my hips and slide my underwear off. My prick flicks up against my stomach and I enjoy the sensation of exposure. More images are sought, getting more and more explicit. Tits showing hardened nipples, their aureole crinkled with desire. Smooth flat stomachs on a reclining semi-nude housewife. I imagine the. Fear was overriding me; should I be afraid of where their cocks have been? Of how they were talking? Of the van they obviously planned on putting me in? Suffocation? Of more people walking by and taking pictures?I couldn't close my eyes at first, mind stretched between so many things grabbing for my attention; and then the first guy grunted loudly and thrust his cock closer to my face. A thick, heavy load of salty cum erupted from the tip and splashed against my face, gluing my left eye shut.. Maybe attractiveenough to date, if it had been someone else, but as my own form, itwasn't enough to distract me from my problems.With a heavy sigh, I started to turn to leave, but I stopped andsquinted at my reflection. "I should probably do something about myhair," I noted critically. It wasn't soaked in days of greaseanymore, but it was a ratty mess from days of disregard. That didn'texactly bother me, but I had a feeling that George would send me rightback in here to fix it if I didn't. PC Whippy looked from Anthea to Professor Evans, then back to Anthea and once again at Professor Evans. “Would you care to explain, sir?”Considering the events of the afternoon, there could only be one explanation. “I’m being set up!” he blustered.“Yes, sir,” PC Whippy said. “That’s what they all say, sir.”“But… But…,” Professor Evans stuttered. “It’s true! Anthea showed up completely uninvited!”“I’m sure she did, sir,” PC Whippy said, voice dripping with the kind of sarcasm that only comes.