’ ‘Flowery. You want the truth?’ She typed without responding. ‘I told her about the moment I decided on you. You were in line at the shop. Yo... let this obnoxious girl get in front of you. You could have fought, but you just let it go. I knew by the look on your face that you were struggling with it for a few seconds before you let it go. Huh. You just forgave her. You didn’t look like the caffeine type, so I just slipped a hot decaf mocha latte to Fred before you got there. When you noticed. Then it would be weeks of wanking together, like girlfriends, not lovers. At one point she had introduced me to the joys of having my prostate massaged. She would frig me, and I would jerk my cock, either on my back or on my front, which always resulted with cum on my belly or in her hand, and then she would smear it over my freshly abused hole. Then dildos, in which she would fuck me, and then have me ride her dildo, as she watched, whilst bringing herself to orgasm with her wand. So there I. There she was, in my bed, naked, lit only by the streetlight in the window, my white sheets pulled up modestly, just far enough so as to only show her perfect tan cleavage. I stood in the door for a moment and admired her. I walked toward the bed and she rolled onto her stomach. I pulled back the sheets, sat down next to her, and ran my hands, for the first time unfettered over her naked body. Her every muscle was toned, but just toned. Her skin was so soft and warm I could feel my cock. Steve’s video of me stroking my pussy was playing on John’s machine. I daren’t look up from behind my screen. Who had he sent it to? How many of them had seen it? I realised I’d lost control of the situation. I was theirs now whether I wanted to be or not. John wasn’t at the machine; it must have been set as his screen saver. Through the morning the same sounds came from each guy’s computer in turn, some were away from their machines, others were on long phone calls and saw my dirty little show.