I am alerted and coutious, but not in panic. In my day to day life, I am doing it, like when I traveled in Asia, I am toughing everything with my left...hand, which are also toughed by others and with the right hand, I can tough myself, or things, which only me is using. And I am washing my hands as soon as I am at home. So if someone is coutious, I think the luck decides if someone gets infected or not. They started with the exit out of the brakedown, but we are still far away from a normal. No other details. She hadn’t wanted to know more, wanting it to feel real, like she was really being taken against her will rather than paying for the pleasure of being taken in the safety of her home. The wine had worked its magic, their presence startling her awake as a rough hand was clamped over her mouth, silencing any cries of alarm she might let loose. They’d been rough, too; just like she’d imagined it, pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly, grasping her hair,. A second finger was in my arse now, and being pushed in up to the knuckles and I’d never felt that stretched back there before. I rested my forehead on my folded arms and let him carry on. Next I felt a sharp burn as what could only be his cock pushed into my virgin back passage. I cried out but not in pain as I remember, but I guess Mike just took it as more noise, after all I was not a quiet lover, especially when he was my partner. Mike began to fuck in and out of me, the burn had dissipated. " Must be grating to know that you are really his superior." I try not to think of it like that. He didn't... couldn't know. It was just that automatic assumption of superiority - grrrrr!" Easy there, tiger! Down girl!"I took several deep breaths and tried to calm down. I didn't want to walk into class with a load of adrenalin going. Someone might get hurt."So you plan to whip his ass." Neeka said. "That'll teach him."I thought about that for a bit. She was right. Satisfaction would feel good.