She then heard footsteps then the front door opening and then then she heard the bang as it shut!“Shit” she muttered. But then she realised it’s...probably part of his plan for her. So she lay there waiting. An hour had passed and she started to think he wasn’t coming back then she heard the front door opened. And footsteps on the stairs.“Who’s going to use me now I wonder?” She giggledShe could sense someone standing there and then felt a hand pulling her mask away and she looked up to see the. During laboratory sessions, I often felt her breasts touching my forearm, to which she acted like it was normal. I also felt her thighs and ass whenever she wore a short skirt.From the looks and smile we went to the WhatsApp chat and soon our conversations became very deep and private. This helped to develop a sense of desire for each other. Our winks turned to posts. Then, came touching each other which later became kisses on the cheek.She frequently touched my thighs. I used to place my hand. I fought for words, but I was lost in sensation. It only got worse when I received another three slaps, this time to my left ass cheek and thigh.Somehow I managed a wild “Yes!” and some incoherent babble through the haze, but it must have been enough, because Eric was once again thrusting his finger in and out of my ass. This time though, I could feel him delving deeper little by little with every thrust.Every now and then, Eric gave his finger a little twist as he moved. One twist, a few. . " My words fizzled and failed as she lifted the hem of her skirt with her feet slightly apart and exposed her bare pussy, shaved but for a thin strip of trimmed hair above her clit. Her white skin glowed in the dim light and plump lips glistened between her flawless thighs, crowned by a swelling hood. "Does this help you make up your mind?" she asked. She stood defiantly, holding her dress up, showing herself to me for a few more seconds while my brain whirled and finally came to an agreement.