The clerk had only spoken to Erik as well, as though she didn’t exist. Ordinarily, if a salesperson treated her this way when she was out with a man... she would get very irritated. Today, it felt somehow very different. “Perhaps,” she wondered, “it’s because they’re talking about me.” Even though she was being treated as an object, in this context, it was somehow really arousing.“God,” she thought, “I’m still dripping down my thighs from the other shop. This is embarrassing. How could I ever. Miss Walton, our English Literature teacher, who I've always thought was a cold fish even though she teaches brilliantly, made the five of the team in her class stand up and then said, "You girls had a stunning victory and we are all proud of you and of our school that could produce such a team but it was the team that won. Just bear in mind what Jesus said: ' Whosoever exalteth himself shall be abased; and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted.'" Wasn't that brilliant?" Yes, Tig darling.". Once I rinsed and spit, I flushed and waited for the bowl to fill back up.Once it was done, I put my head back in the toilet and flushed again. I let the cold water run over my face and when it filled back up I flushed again. I repeated this one more time before I stood up. I dried my face the best I could and went back to the bedroom to get Mistress Beth awake.I went into the bedroom to wake up Beth. Ron was laying there with a hard on. He was rubbing it up and down. He said, “Hey sis, give me. A hot flush instantly washes over me. I know what she is talking about but I still say "I'm sorry, what's that?," as I sit back down next to her. "Your cock, it looks massive in those Jeans! What did you do, or rather, who did you do while you were gone?," Emmy says. The brazen nature of the comment has me fighting for words. All I can utter is "Shhh." Don't worry, no-one can hear us over here, or let alone see your massive boner!," Emmy giggles. "I am sorry, Emmy. You know what it's like with.