There was a large window next to her door, where she sat facing the hall. Anyone walking in or out had to walk past her office. I tested our situation...immediately by sending her a text. After a second, I didn't hear anything, but I saw her visibly startle and then blush and look at the camera with wide eyes in mock surprise. "I nearly jumped out of my seat when you did that," she typed in our chat window. "I'm going to have to be careful." "I'm going to keep you jumping all day," I replied.. Without my knowledge pain turns into pleasure. You say between gritted teeth “OH YEAH YOUR SUCH A GOOD SLUT AREN'T YOU. SUCH A NASTY SLUT. YOU LOVE THOSE FINGERS RAMMED IN YOUR ASS! TELL ME WHAT A GOOD SLUT YOU ARE, BEG FOR MY COCK!”“Tom I need your cock deep in my ass. I need to feel every inch of you inside me. Please fuck my dirty slut ass.” You chuckle “Not good enough, I want to please your fuckholes, but your going to have to beg better than that.” I beg and plead with you, and without. I was not victorious, Iwas not a conqueror, not a killer holding a smoking gun, not a football starraising his arms after scoring, but I was free of her. Of her name and face andvoice and scent. I was free to look at others and look for others.The ironic thing is of course, that I spent most of my life from that point onlooking for her. Not for her in particular, I was too ashamed, but for her, fortraces of her in other women, for that look on the face, for that vibe in thevoice, for that. We then carried on walking as though nothing had happened chatting away when she suddenly said to me "there's a damp patch coming through your shorts pocket from my knickers" she winked at me laughed then carried on as I was reddening up " I've known for years you might rub the spunk into them but there's always one pair that's damp in the gusset after you two have been and its normally the dirtiest ones" she laughed I was bright red " I don't think my sister would like it but whenever you both.