But on nights like this, alone, in the dark, it was too easy to think of the building as her own tomb. She felt like one of the slaves buried with the...old kings, tending the dead forever. Someone knocked on her office door. She jumped. ‘Dr. Hiller?’ said a voice. She groaned, Marcus. She’d forgotten he was still in the building. ‘Come in,’ she said. He looked slightly sheepish standing in her doorway. He always did. ‘I finished in D-Gallery like you asked.’ He looked at the floor rather than. When she put a finger against her clenched asshole, it began. Ivy was gasping – sputtering on water from the shower, but she ignored it. Ariel started to apply pressure. Firm at first, then hard, then she pressed her finger inside.Quite suddenly, Ivy’s whole body tensed, then shook. She was vibrating, then spasming. Her pussy clenched as tight as she could remember it ever doing. In another moment, a burst of heat filled her, and something inside shifted. As though she had opened, a rush of hot. She told me that she feels her body is not satisfied and fulfilled by sex in recent times. Like those during her initial years of marriage. After the second kid, her husband hardly had any urge to have sex.He developed drinking habits with his group of useless drunkards but did not booze heavy. His dick and stamina when he bangs me were not the same as they used to be.I asked for her picture, which she denied. The doubt of the person being a boy was still running through my head. I wasn’t aware. ’ ‘So what is going to happen? It isn’t much of a problem… I’ll happily buy her a train ticket and give her some money for taxis and so on… I guess she is sort of our responsibility whilst she is here.’ ‘You won’t be angry, will you, my darling?’ Gwen said, smiling and hugging my arm to her, ‘She was so upset…. I said that we would drive her back to Winchester tomorrow morning… I telephoned her mother and told her not to worry and that we would have her home by late morning.’ I could never be.