The shower was her favorite place to play with herself. With her eyes closed, she tried to picture some masculine guy, picking her up, and carrying he... to bed. As much as she tried, it wouldn’t happen. Thoughts of Julie kept popping into her head. Julie and her nice breasts, and her tender lips. “Oh god…” she let out, her climax rising, breathing heavily. “No, no way, I’m not gay,” Cynthia smiled, and then pictured herself getting her pussy licked by some hunk. But the guy suddenly turned into. He would later realize he should’ve apologized for snapping at her, but at this moment he was too frustrated to calm down. He went on.“Who do you think you are, huh? So I slept with a kid’s mom. So what? You’re dating another teacher. You don’t see me judging you for it, even though he’s a douche of the highest order. Where the fuck do you get off, Jane, laying into me like that?”He stopped. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. He shouldn’t have sworn. He shouldn’t have been so loud.. He was a bit breathless from the assault he had just endured and was flushed with embarrassment and anger. “Yes, gunny,” he huffed out.“What?” the gunny yelled. “I didn’t quite hear you, groundie!”“Yes, gunny!” he yelled back. “You make yourself clear!”“Good,” the gunny said in normal, almost sedate tone of voice. “Then get in the line and let’s go get logged in.Gath got in the line. They went and got logged in.The briefing room was built like a holographic theater, with rows and aisles of. I was like a crack addict, I just wanted to hear more and more of her escapades.She told me of one time she sucked 9 guys off in the back of a van after work because she lost a bet on a football game. She confided that in her early 20’s she was known as the “Factory Slut”, she’d suck and fuck pretty much every day on breaks and lunch. She told me there were married guys who just got blowjobs from her on a weekly basis, since their wife’s wouldn’t suck them off. I asked her how many guys did she.