They had a woman with them and she carried several large plastic bags containing sliced up bread.Laura looked at the woman. This was the first time sh... had seen her and her appearance took her breath away. She was quite simply stunning. She looked to be about five foot five tall, was slim and willowy and had black hair that shone brightly as it cascaded down to the middle of her back. She was clearly Asian or Middle Eastern in origin and her olive skin and fine features were a canvas to. He couldn't know, could he? Not from that, surely? They were just going to the toilet, happened to be at the same time that's all. After what seemed like a week he broke off his gaze and began looking back down at his papers. I mentally breathed out, sighing with relief. I was just being paranoid as usual.My mind wondered, thinking about what was happening, happening right now. In the ladies. Stirrings in my groin. Oh no! I was getting hard, this would be embarrassing if I had to stand up, good. But today was the big day! The contract with My Mistress (my wife) was very clear. The first lock up was to be 10 days with an orgasm before the 10th day. After that 10 days would be added to each lock up. 20 days, then 30 days, then 40 days. This was the fifth lock up. 50 days without an orgasm, but a guaranteed orgasm before the 50th day. Today was the 49th day. I could barely contain my excitement, but remained nervous because the next lock up was 60 days. I was so horny I was trying to bust. He had seen her in his class but he didn't know her. "That is going to be brutal!" Yeah," Adam replied. He was a master of witty repartee."She probably has a hammer and sickle on her wall at home," the girl continued. Adam had heard of the Soviet Union, of course, and he knew what the hammer and sickle represented. But he hadn't heard in used in conversation before."Poli sci major?" he wondered."Hell, no," the girl said with a wince. "Journalism but I have to take a general political science.