I dug out thechange of clothes that I took with me to work out of my bag, and tossedthem in the hamper, set the books I had taken to read on the table... andstripped off the clothes I had been in for a day. If this sounds likesome kind of ritual, it was. I had been doing it pretty much the sameway for the last five years. I have had Nahla almost as long as I haveworked this shift.I stopped and petted Nahla, and pulled some clean clothes out of thedrawer. Unlike what I had worn to work, these. When they got into these discussions, they tended to forget things around them.It was in early February when I tossed out my own improbable idea to these two science students. What if someone had the ability to, say, look at an area and 'see' what had gone on there; anywhere from hours to days, weeks, months, or even years ago.Levy asked me what I meant by 'see'.So I told him what I meant, outlining my abilities, just not saying I could do it. That started the two on the possibilities of such. ‘Stop!’ she demanded, her head twirling angrily, hair flying across her glittering eyes. ‘I thought you might try clipping it on the labia, but no no not the clit, never the clit.’ ‘Safe word?’ I replied. Rachel shook her head in response, chewing girlishly on the ends of those stray hairs still furled across her face. Or perhaps biting down to dull the pain though I was careful to stay playful, nipping at the tender flesh but never passing beyond sting to hardcore agony. I maintained the game. I was taken aback as it was the first time I had ever seen him aroused, but we both laughed it off, as his morning woody, and when I went back to bed, I immediately began to relieve myself, lying on top of my bed, naked with the door open, I did not care if I was caught, that dangerously close i****tuous line had been crossed, I was horny and this was different feeling, this urge needed more than my nimble fingering, I needed to feel him inside me, making me a complete woman, so after about.