There was no alcohol or smoking on the premises. Parents or other relatives could visit not more than once a month. Most of the students came from the...US and Canada but a few were admitted from other countries. Lastly the school uniform was mandatory during class hours, from 9AM to 5PM, otherwise casual dress was allowed on the campus. The weather was always warm, and all seasons were similar. The new school year would begin in a few days and the girls, the veterans and the newcomers, were. As I looked intently at the erotic image of myself my body began to throb with lust and ache with need. I hastily tapped the screen and sent the photo. My phone beeped and a message appeared. "Sent to Russell Shaw". A panic flashed red deep down to my core. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I screamed out loud. "How could I be sostupid?" I couldn't believe I actually sent my "X-rated" photo to my co-workerinstead of my husband. I swiftly typed a message to Russ: "Sorry, that wasn't intended foryou." A. Mentioning wedding stuff usually shut downfurther questions. Anyway, he'd be working late a lot on his seriesabout social media and the New York club scene.Pressing the button she felt the cold metal through her knitted gloves.As she waited she could see her breath in front of her."Hello?" Hi, it's me." Jay buzzed her in.Pulling off her woolly hat she examined herself in the large elevatormirror. The hat had pushed her hair down flat on her skull. She ran herfingers through it trying to get it. ‘I thought I just did,’ Jake said. Ashira smiled and unbuttoned and unzipped his blue jeans. Jake groaned as Ashira carefully pulled his jeans and boxers down his legs and let them fall into a heap on the floor. ‘Are you sure?’ Jake asked, poised over Ashira. Ashira lifted her hips and nodded as Jake pushed his way inside. ‘God Shira, you’re so tight,’ Jake groaned. Ashira tensed a little as Jake pushed farther and farther inside her. Jake felt her tenseness and cupped her face in his hand..