I was breathing hard and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I made sure my husband was asleep in his room, then I returned to my lonely bed. I stripped na...ed except for my panties, and I read and reread Eric’s latest email. I jammed one hand down my panties, and I fired back one last email for the night: “Your sweet words have me breathless and so dewy. I can hardly wait to hold you again. And some day soon to hold what I'd like to feel in my hands....and in other places. Until then, I have to be. She was carelessly dressed in cheap worn-out clothes, a knitted plaidcovering her shoulders; she was eating a sandwich and, chewing, looked at me for a few seconds, then asked me what I wanted, expressing disgust and boredom. I candidly answered that I had been told she might accept me as herslave. She swallowed, took another bite and, again chewing, grunted and indicated that I could follow her inside. She opened the toilet door and pushed me in, telling me to take off all my clothes and. The thought of his cock deep inside me was too much for me to handle.Before I could stop myself, I felt my hand travelling up my thigh, my legs spreading ever so slightly. I looked around the room. Everyone was taking notes. Mr. Fuller had his back turned. Nobody was paying any attention to me.Slowly, I trailed my fingers up my inner thigh, and traced around my thong. (I was wearing a skirt that day; never knew it would come in handy). Mr. Fuller was now addressing the class, but was still not. I did some more thinking as we ran with the morning group, and realized that Zoe was mostly right. None of them seemed worse for wear and they were all happy, so I could stop feeling bad for corrupting them.I was still worried about accidentally affecting anyone else and my mind was set that we would avoid anything that might cause more people to be altered. At least until we knew what all the effects of alteration were, and gave those who were going to be altered a chance to understand what.