"Ty!" he heard Faith yell, her voice wavering. "What are you doing?"Shocked, he realized that she had followed him out of the club. She stood there st...ring at him, wearing just her panties and a jacket pulled over her shoulders, looking at him with concern."What was going on in there?" he demanded angrily.She looked down, unable to meet his glare. "I was just working late." Really," he said sarcastically. "So when did the bar start doing shows for groups of men in the back?" Look, I can explain. She knows the feel of my penis and knows this feels different. This really is another man fucking her! The knowledge gives her even more pleasure. The "man" fucks her harder than I do and feels bigger inside her. She has one orgasm and then a second, and squirts girlie cume on my desk top. With the sleeve on, I feel less sensation than normal while Cathy feels more. Eventually I pretend to "cume" and she is fooled. She may have been expecting more of an internal hosing from such a big. Besides you knew I had to do it." Sandy let go of Jeanie, her head not moving, just staring out into nothing as if Sandy wasn't there. "You only have yourself to blame, Jeanie. You flaunted the rules in everybody's face." Sandy stormed off to her own room slamming doors behind her. Oh great, I've got another year here and my best friend won't even talk to me. Life really sucks sometimes!Sandy pouted for awhile and then looked for something to wear. It was their day off but they had to meet. The train shuddered to a halt at the platform of Kings Cross station, the carriage became very busy with everyone around gathering their belongings and making their way to the doors. As the throng of people subsided, Samantha stepped out of the carriage and onto the platform, very uneasy in her heels. The platform seemed to be swimming and she looked up to the arches glass roof and really started to wonder what she was doing. A cool breeze was blowing along the platform and this quickly bought.