” I shrugged. “He will probably be upset, but I will talk to him.”“We aren’t going to pay for you to fly out here.”“Then I will use my o...n money,” I replied calmly. My father’s job afforded him deeply discounted airline tickets for his family, but I would be eligible to use them for only one more year. Inwardly, I cringed at the idea of buying full-price airline tickets several times per year. I lived too far away to drive, so this would be a real hardship for us.“We can discuss all of this. So Brian's wife comes to pick us up and he decides he needs a pee, so I go outside and wait near the doors, when up comes a mates wife I know and asks how I'm getting home. I explain but seeing the bit tipsy state she is in I suggest I drop her off on the way as we barely live a mile apart.I inform my lift that I will get a cab with Brenda and make sure she gets home ok.So I call a cab and we wait a few minutes and he turns up. We are sat in the back and Brenda is quite talkative and asks why. The third floor was staff only access and storage, as I've already said. The fourth floor was private and I've only been up there once, during my initial orientation.Though seldom used by anyone, it was the only floor with its own private cleaning crew and requiring a key for access. It contained only thirty or so volumes, really old and fragile things that took special storage and handling to preserve them. All access was by appointment only and then, only in the company of the head. “What the fuck?” I shoved two fingers as deep as they could go as I watched the computer screen. My pussy was soaked. I bent my fingers forward and pressed against my gspot.“Oh shit………………………………….ahh, ahh oh my god” I practically yelled as I moved my hips forward to meet the rhythm of the attack on my g-spot and back to meet the pressure of my thumb on my clit. As if on cue, Pep stood from under the bed watching me curiously with his ears back and tail raised. Slap, slap, slap. I slapped.