”“Of course. Please hold.”The voice at the other end of the telephone was softly spoken. Allison couldn’t help wondering if it came from one o... Ms Calloway’s clients, pressed into service as her receptionist.Ms Calloway’s voice on the other hand was brisk. “June Calloway, how can I help?”Allison tried to imagine the person on the other end of the line. June didn’t sound like she was lounging on a couch in corset and boots while toying with a riding crop; she sounded more like one of the senior. It would be quite difficult to explain why the two of them were sharing a cubicle without raising eyebrows. John made to unlock the cubicle, but William stopped him, giving him a look that said no-were-gonna-get-screwed-if-he-sees-us. John replied with an expression that clearly said we-are-so-dead. The footsteps drew nearer and seemed to stop at the urinals. They heard the sound of Johnson unzipping his fly and relieving his bladder. All the while, William was racking his brains for a way out. I nodded. “I didn't know it was you though-”“Whether or not you knew it was me is beyond the fact that you were endangering yourself, Violet. You know what that means.” The tingles returned at his mention of my name, turning my legs to shivering jelly. “If you don’t want to add to this you’d better start moving.”The fury seemed to seep into even his posture, a barely bottled rage at my actions. He grasped my forearm firmly and led me to the leather couch, where he easily bent me over his lap,. He kicked the door closed, not noticing that it bounced back, as he licked his way down her belly. She evaded questions about how much anal contact they had, if any. I asked only since she always claimed she didn't like any anal fingering or fucking. More lies?That all happened at Rae's place after a late Halloween party. Sue lived there for a few months during our 'break'. Her door was still open and his girlfriend, Rae, would have seen them if she went by so I had to assume he didn't care..