God, I feel so satisfied I could die."Martin and Tina laughed as I struggled to sit up; Martin's strong hands went to my back and helped me. Grinning ...eakly I leant over and kissed him then turned and kissed Tina."Thank you." I breathed.Martin grinned and looked at Tina then looked back at me."We saw you watching us in the hall mirror and knew that you had found out our secret." he said softly, "You looked so, um, hungry as you watched us that we decided to well..." Fuck my brains out." I. That too with her physical training teacher. She had given every bits and piece of detail about that encounter.I was getting turned on reading all that. It was truly something how a young girl looks at it. It was lovely but I didn’t have the time to go through the entire stuff. As it was mine now, I could surely read it later whenever I felt like. I took out a vibrator dildo and turned it on.I removed my jeans and lowered my panty. I took out my boobs from the cups of the bra and allowed them. Paul, the landlord, had berated me multiple times, and had threatened to evict me on numerous occasions. The last time I was short of cash, he had gotten extremely angry, and I worried that he was getting serious about the eviction. Unfortunately, I didn’t have enough money to move to another place, let alone find another shitty apartment. As rent-day approached, I scrambled for as many shifts and hours that I could get, but still came up a bit short. I fretted and worried about what I’d say. Hurt or help? The best we could plan for was developing a set of canned answers for when somebody asked. We also knew that it would be when they asked, not if they asked. There was a lot more interest this time; outlets and shows that had only given us tentative slots for Protect and Serve were giving us definite airtime for Slave Patrols. We also guessed much of the interest was so people could ask about the bank robbery.I stayed in touch with Irene Delahoye and Bill Ruskin concerning the bank.