As I approached that tiny little bikini, I noticed a few dark hairs poking out. My eyes darted from her bikini up to her eyes. She gave a wide-eyed sm...le, but then closed her thighs on my hand, realizing what I’d been looking at. My eyes shifted from hers, down to my hand between her legs, then back up to her eyes again. Then, still staring into her eyes, I slid my hand back down to her knees, and slowly started to pull those legs apart again. Her eyes grew wider, her smile too, but she didn’t. Both fingers. He could surely not mean that…Could he? “You could have cost us a very important friend of the Museum, cunt…”he said. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw how he buried a couple of fingers in the butter. “Please, sir, I have..” “oh, shut up, bitch!” he interrupted. She did so, abruptly. He was not holding on to the chain, but she had kept her hands behind her head. Two butter-greased finger went into her rear, in stead of the two lubricated by cunt-juice. It felt cold. “The. I would HAVE to make decisions, and those decisions would close numerous doors which were currently open. Maggie might wait until the end of the Summer, but if by then we weren’t a couple, we probably never would be. And if Tasha and I didn’t elect to marry, she would start dating. And Clarissa and I would need to decide which future we wanted. And Katy would move on as well, if she hadn’t already met someone at Stanford.And it might not even be Summer. There was, I realized, a distinct. Mary’s bed. Her cell phone buzzed.”He’s coming, he’s Coming quick closet boy hide!” I did, she closed the shutters behind me and I wondered. If enough of the men were humping hard enough? Maybe the bed would move enough and make it impossible to open the closet door. I would be trapped until whenever, then I realized I was trapped already. When Wayne arrived he was kinda scary. I was not even sure he was a student. I could see him kissing and groping on Mary from the closet. The he looked over.