"I don't..." She almost moaned as he leaned in, ripebreasts pressing against ripe breasts, each straining top threatening totear itself apart. "Please... we need to..." What did we need to do? Stop...something? "We need to... to leave..."The face that watched hers turned from concern to pity. "Of course, ifyou're that unwell. Let's just go collect that wife of mine, and thenwe'll be gone." Turning unwillingly back from the small door leading tothe back corridor, Janice's tentative footsteps grew. . do it slowly. We want to watch her feel it."Elsbeth screamed. A long, shrill, hearbreaking sound ending in a sad little whimper. Her second scream was cut short as the blade plunged deep into the softness of her belly... three inches below her navel."Guck..." she squeaked, a guttural choking little gasp, as she jerked her hips to one side, as though she somehow thought she could escape the pain... her eyes still squeezed tight... her mouth open as if to scream again, though she seemed. I pulled the shell top back over my head andadjusted it for comfort and then finally looked in the mirror. Therelooking back at me was a lovely vision of a cheerleader.I felt a breeze from the cool room shoot up my legs and shivered. Itwas a rush of emotion and intense satisfaction, but also of cold air. Ifigured I'd need to wear something warmer, but I really didn't want tochange. Then it dawned on me, exercise pants. Cheerleaders at my schoolalways wore black (or complimenting) colors with. I pulled off my shirt to hopefully stop myself sweating too much. Lisa grinned and patted my by now very noticeable bulge. Just at that moment the door banged open and what sounded like an entire busload of young women came in, yelling, laughing talking loudly to each other. Lisa put her finger to her lips and sat back on her seat.You couldn’t make it up, could you? A grown man trapped in a ladies toilet cubicle in the heat of a summer’s afternoon, his woman sitting on the loo desperate to go..