He hadn’t released her arms and she was having trouble breathing, let alone thinking. Her skin was on fire under his fingers and the flames seemed t... immobilize her.“I…I thought it…I thought you…” Words tumbled out of Emma’s mouth without making much sense.“I have to pretend it didn’t happen or I can’t do my job. But I definitely owe you some type of punishment for running out on me. Especially with you tormenting me in that dress and teasing me by flirting with other men.”She started to say. I asked him to keep an eye on the girls while I was away.I left him and went to the front door, opened and closed it quite loudly but instead of going out crept round to the kitchen. Just as I thought, as soon as I got there he was leaning over my wife having a feel of her tits, getting his hand inside her halter top for a good feel. He then lifted her skirt a bit more and had a quick feel around her cunt, easing the gusset aside to have a quick look.“Nice pussy, isn’t it” I said as I walked. After breakfast we went down to the courtyard again and I was introduced to a man named Ian MacRainy. "Well lad, are ye ready for more testing?" He said in a very thick Scottish accent."Yes sir I am." That's good me boy, cause testing is what ye weel git. Lits begin." He said.He led us over to a table with a lot of different items on it. "I weel test your fine control of your powers, now take the boll out o' the glass." He said as he pointed to a thin, tall glass with a red rubber ball in the. The “girls-who-didn’t” became friends and spent time with each other instead of in bed with a man. In a small town, everyone would have known they were the girls-who-didn’t. But at a large university, there were always new men to meet and experiment with. And, of course, there was that pressure to be like their more sophisticated sisters, who sang the praises of “getting laid.” So, while they formed their little secret society of girls-who-didn’t ... or at least girls-who-hadn’t-yet ... they.