You need it so bad– now do it. Make yourself come– shameless little slut.” He removes his hand from hers and steps back, letting her do it herse...f.She starts off a little slowly, wondering if he’ll come back to her, then fucking herself deep and hard, her legs spread shamelessly wide, her pussy wet for the fucking she’s giving herself at his command. She can’t take her eyes off the mirror. She looks up and sees him watching her– observing her coolly like he does in class, a big hard on in his. I was surprised he knew, or remembered my first name. Everyone at work went by last names, and I had only worked in his area a few times. The only reason I knew his name was the fact that he was so damn attractive.We chatted for the next two hours as the plane finished boarding and we waited on the runway for what seemed like an eternity. Finally we got into the air. He played it very cool, showing more than just a casual interest, but without openly hitting on me. I tried to do the same,. As soon as I closed the door, I jumped on my bed and started crying into my hands. I tried my best to contain the sound, but failed to as Tim yelled from his room, "Everything okay, little sis?"I regained my composure for just enough seconds to reply, "I'm fine! Getting dressed!"Sucking up all the tears and frustration, I stood up from bed. I'm DONE WAITING.I barged out of my room and burst through Tim's door.TIMI covered my private part with my shirt, "Damnit, Beth!" I love you!" Beth said. Nick was confused and Sandy upset.But they weren't the only people in the mansion. Mr. and Mrs. Smither had watched the scene in the kitchen through strategically placed peepholes in the wall. They were the caretakers and had been employed by the trust for years. Adept at being sleuths, they kept to themselves whenever visitors came to the mansion. Occasionally they were careless, but the noises heard but not seen only fueled the rumors about the mansion being haunted. When Sandy had said she.