I told her I would wait, then take my shower afterwards."Come in and talk to me in a minute. First I have to make myself comfortable." It's funny real...y. We all have to go to the loo, yet we find so many terms to disguise the fact, or sneak off so that no one knows what you are up to. I gave her the minute or two, and when the cistern flushed, I slowly entered the bathroom. She was looking at the shower controls. I flicked the main switch, then showed her the local control for heat and. Just then, I felt something cold and wet enter my ass an a cool feeling in my as. Than someone climbed onto the table and I could feel pressure against my asshole which turned into a searing pain as I realized that the man I had been talking to over internet was beginning to shove his dick up my tight virgin ass. I yelled in pain and all he said was, “by the time I’m done with you your virgin ass will be as loose as an old French whores pussy”. Before I had time to protest, one of his friends. Did she feel disgust for her dream? Yes she thought she did. Why did it keep coming? Was it some unfathomable deep desire? Or merely the product of an over-active imagination? What ever it was she wished that it would cease. One thing was certain; she could never let anyone know, for her embarrassment would be too much to bear. The phone rang, it was Meg."How do you feel this morning?" Absolutely wonderful." Kate replied sarcastically. "My head aches and I am so lethargic that even picking up. Looking down unobserved from her vantage-point, Laura was surprised to see that the girl was apparently engrossed in her work, periodically referring to the books she had piled on the desk, or checking something on the internet, but most of the time tapping energetically away at the keyboard. Elspeth was in short, and in total contrast to her recent manner, the picture of the hard-working student. Intrigued by this abrupt reversion to type, Laura watched closely. After a while Elspeth paused.