When I had picked everything up I made my way to the changing room, it was empty. I stripped off and went into the shower room, it was a communal type... I turned on the tap and let the hot water engulf me. As I wiped the water from my face I caught sight of Mr Chambers, he was watching me, or spying on me. I didn't mind him seeing me so I turned to give him a good view. I have nice cock, smooth with a good bell end, the beauty of being cut. I stayed in the shower for a little longer than I. She waved the paper. “The first of many.” “I’m sure. Does being competitive with me gain you something I don’t know about? Or do you just do it because it’s fun?” She was wearing her hair loose today; it looked better that way. The usual ponytail was boring to me. “Fun? Fun? You think anything with you is fun?” “I don’t know.” She crumpled up the test and threw it at my feet, then turned and stalked away. “Don’t you have newspaper stuff to do?” I called after her. “My damn typesetters. My waist long golden blonde hair and dark green eyes stood out from the grey walls of the bathroom. I had c-cup boobs and small curves. I am a dancer so I have a toned and firm but soft bum that was definitely large for my frame. I assumed my usual routine of washing, then masturbating while sitting on a stool in our larger-then-reasonable sized shower. The next day was pretty normal, sitting at home on my laptop and writing for troubled teen girls. I was wearing a loose grey shirt, with the. “No. I’m not the same stupid little girl you took advantage of so long ago.” “I could make you love me again, Anniel. Let me, baby. I want you. I don’t care that you slept with Ash. I love you.” The mention of Ashriel’s name was like a bucket of ice water poured over her. The image of his bloodied lips and ruffled black feathers as he lay beneath her, begging her not to lower herself onto his straining cock. Anniel closed her eyes, feeling the weight of her guilt choke her. Poor Ashriel. .