One hand holds a pencil but he's not working on his notes anymore than I am. His fingers continue to trace a path up the smooth flesh of my thigh, wor...ing their way unhurriedly towards my skirt's hemline. It's summer, my legs are bare and I kicked off my Havanas half an hour ago. I can feel my own hands beginning to shake. A warm palm presses down on my skin. I glance across at him and he's staring at me. Behind us, the shuffle of shoes indicates we are not alone. Someone is making their way in. I was so wet, it barely stung but I did bang my head on the TV. John whispered a quick question, checking I was okay but I shushed him and he continued his assault on my pussy and God it felt good. I kept up the pretence of pain and begging him to stop but this played right into his hands and where he wanted this role play to go.He punctuated each firm thrust with his words, “ What the fuck ......... are you crying for ........ you love it ....... but if you’re ...... gonna keep moaning. I looked up as a sharp command from the woman that was addressed to Janey, who had been standing off to one side, looking bored. The woman's change of personality was surprising, as suddenly, when speaking to Janey, she was in command."Please to remove clothing, young lady."I raised my eyebrow questioningly at him. He lowered his eyes in apology."Strip!"Janey looked over at me questioningly, bringing a tirade from the woman, pointing her finger at her own chest."You look me. I say what is, now!. Of course, my stuffy, pedantic roommate might give us away. But that’s another matter.’ I made a mental note to look up the word pedantic. We talked about my hypothetical visit in jest, but I sensed there were serious undertones to it. I liked Frannie, and she seemed to like me. And I especially liked looking at her, liked the way she brushed back her radiant hair as she talked, the way she blinked her eyes and moved her lips, thin but sensuous. She made me forget the polio thing, that is,.