Her legs suddenly tried so hard to close that Ryan had to struggle a little to keep them open.Her head came up off the pillow, and she looked down bet...een her legs, as a strange feeling of hyper-awareness came over her.The sudden and complete connection to all the feelings of her body was matched by an equally sharp mental awareness of the situation.She understood perfectly, in a way that she really hadn't before, why this grown man holding her down, and ravishing her virginal pussy was sick,. That was clearly his fetish.After the small amount of pee, she took a piece of toilet paper, and cleaned herself. She then stood up, not pulling her pants up, and closed the toilet cover. The top of it was also dirty.--- "Oh, my." --- she said to herself and looked around for a something to cover it with. --- "Here." --- she finally said, after unzipping her skirt, and laying it on the filthy cover --- "You can sit now, sir."As the man sat on her skirt, she dropped to her knees, and without any. Nothing would make her happier than to submit to her in bed as she had in all things sartorial. She traded a few texts with her lovers and worked on her letter to Philip during lunch taken quietly in Dr. K’s office. ########## Sandy, the girl who was to help put Mei’s gift through a trial run, showed up at noon. She was with an ugly, squat, sinister looking, thug type standing a half step behind her at the street level door. The contrast between them could not have been greater. She was of. Each time she found him looking at pictures of pregnant women he would raise his eyes and look at her longingly.And it was working. Janet wanted to make her son as happy as he had made her. And it would be such a deliciously sinful thing to do. She daydreamed about throwing an adulterous pregnancy in her worthless husband's face. He wouldn't dare acknowledge that he wasn't the father; it would destroy him with the congregation. She would force him to raise her bastard child and claim it as his.