Sloane tilted her head. Looking at me much like my mother and a certain aunt do from time to time. It’s a look that says ‘don’t dick around, tel... me all.’ Or else.“Masturbate.” I sort of gushed it out, not a subject about which I now wished had never burbled to the surface, topic-wise... “Oh?”“She found out, discovered, porn. Taught Froggy and me how to surf ... and ... you know.”“And masturbate.”I nodded, somewhat reluctantly. No reason to birddog the same prairie time and again.Ms. Sloane. Three years working together, and still, he marvelled at how she could keep track of seven thousand tasks at once. “That was not a question”. Her soft, wanting voice pierced his heart even as his hands spread her naked pussy lips. So dark pink. Of course, it was dark pink, said that empirical part of his brain still extant, she’s aroused and oh...fuck his fingers sunk into her, stroking her clit, her tight needful cunt gripping his two probing digits with desperation.“Say it, Lieutenant. Say. .....began to hyperventilate. I was alone in a room and no longer asleep. Ihad heard the gentle morning sounds outside - the breeze, the birds, theoccasional hum of tires on pavement. I had opened my eyes, slowly atfirst for I was still tired. Maybe it had all been a dream. I was in bed,wasn't I? Perhaps I really hadn't been at the mercy of Jenny and herfriends. Maybe the dream went back further, to the night before. Maybe Ihad never assaulted Allison.Awareness came slowly. I began to realize. Kane tried the handle, it opened and Kane tugged her into the building. They legged it up a flight of stairs like teenagers, locking the door behind them. Jess caught her breath. They found themselves in a large, carpeted room with sweeping views of the coastline.Jess hoped the glass was tinted and she hesitated but only momentarily before striding to the middle of the room and beginning to undress. For a few moments Kane didn't notice her. He gaped, facing the sea, preoccupied with the view..