My eyes darting around the room for something to control her hands with. Finally I saw the scarf hanging over the spindle of the dressing mirror and g...abbed it sliding it into my pocket so it was at the ready when I needed it.The music was awful, Britney Spears howling about how she had done it again, the girls singing in the shower not much better as I found my place beside the door and slipped my hood off and brushed my hair out of the way. I was going to make sure she wouldn't see me and I. I was wrong. As I sat at the next to last light, I could not stand it any longer. Both my curiosity and desire got the better of me. I unbuttoned my shorts and unzipped them. Reaching under my panties, I found the thick curls of hair and slowly reached deeper to find the folds of my cunt (not a word I usually choose, but in the state of mind I was in, the more vulgar, the better it sounded to me, and vulva was just not going to get it right). As I pressed further in, making sure I avoided all. Soon he had inserted another finger making it three and my wet little cunt was now stretching and clinging to his movement as he never relented in his thrusting motion and I was holding my breath trying not to scream.Just then Troy threw his arm over my chest and rested his hand up beside my neck, I looked straight at him but he was sound asleep, Steve didn’t let up and I could feel the tension rising in my body, omg I was about to explode when Troy moved his head into my neck and cuddled my. I love it that the stranger's cum is still up inside me. I go into my meeting to take notes & Mr. Wiseman is sitting there trying to peek up my skirt. I have to keep my panties on to keep that guys cum from running down my thighs. “Mr. Wiseman, what are you staring at?” I demand. He nervously clears his throat & his face turns red from embarrassment. “Once again you're trying to see what's under my skirt, you're such a pervert. Drop your pants & bend over the desk” He shuffles around the desk &.