I froze. Shocked that someone is in there. I couldn't even turn and run; I was so scared. He said, "are you in the right room? You look like you're in...the wrong room but then you are likely in the right room as I look at your face." So he says, "say something." I stumble out a few words that, "I'm just in here to change my clothes." He says, "well go ahead don't mind me being here." I walk to a stall to go in and change. He clears his throat real loud. I stop. I look at him. He says, "I want to. ?You can surely use it against him when the time comes.?The time had at last come.And not a moment too soon for Wendy.Michael, wincing as another wave of pain passed through him, wondered how it had come to this. How had he allowed Wendy to convince him to be snuffed for real? He knew, of course. He was going to lose her, she’d told him as much, and he knew it was something he wouldn’t be strong enough to bear. So when she offered to make his ultimate fantasy come true, he’d agreed. Part of him. She knew that she was in trouble. She looked up at me sheepishly and whimpered, ‘I’m sorry, Daddy! I know I am supposed to ask for permission before posting pictures of my body. I just got so caught up in it.’ Quietly I walked to her side and looked down at her. The silence was heavy as I glared at her. Finally I spoke. ‘So, baby girl likes letting strangers see her?’ I asked her, and my voice sounded more like the growl of a wolf than the soft gentle tones she was used to. ‘She likes taking. “I got to get back to work!” Is all he said, then smiled and walked out and left the door opened. So I sat on the floor, and helped myself reach orgasm. I rested against the seat of the couch, just think what the fuck had happened. I didn’t move for a while, thinking I need to be fucked. I hope he comes by after work, and does fuck me. An hour passed before I got up and closed my door. Maybe he will return after his shift, and before I leave to go to my work. Or maybe I’m dreaming, and really I.