You liked it when I fucked you. You came so hard for me." "I..." She seemed reluctant to admit it, but a little subtle prodding got it out of her. "O...ay, Jake, fine, I'll say it. I liked it. You were good," she admitted. "But it can't happen again!" "Again?" I said. "Who said anything about it happening again?" "I don't know, I guess...um...I just want to make it clear," she stammered. She sounded nervous and a little angry and a little...something else. "Sounds to me like someone was. As if it were... That was no thigh! Whoever was behind her had his hand on her bottom! He was feeling her up!This is not acceptable behavior in public, Sonja's mind screamed. Her body, however, froze. She couldn't make her body turn around. Oh no! This had happened to her once before, a few years ago: Hysterical paralysis!What a time to go frozen, Sonja thought to herself. She tried to call out, but even her vocal cords were frozen!The man's hand continued to caress her, apparently urged on by. She said her friend at Central can talk now and she’s on video IM now with her. Here’s her alias. Let’s see if we can get her.”Cynthia pinged the alias and the reply asked her to try again in ten minutes. Ten minutes later they were in contact.“Hey, is that Cindy?” the teen on the monitor screen asked.“Yeah; let me adjust the webcam so you can see my brother and cousin,” Cynthia answered. “That’s Roger and Ayame.”“Hey, I see you all now. Hi, I’m Roberta. Ellen was in my school in my freshman. The little bit of alcohol (enough that I could feel it, not enough to make me drunk) helped to unlock those buried feelings and gave me the courage to act on them. I walked down the hall with confidence and, dare I say, authority. I opened the door to the study.I wouldn’t have believed you if you told me what I would see when I opened that study door. I wouldn’t need to pull my wife’s sweatpants down, she already had them lowered past her knees. Her computer was open to a porn video. She had.