But Jane had stopped talking, so Marie was forced to drag the information from Jane word by word, or at least that is what it felt like to her.“Well... where did he say we should meet?” Marie asked her daughter anxiously. “And what does he want to talk about?”Marie did not care that her desperate need to see Brad again was transparent for Jane to see. She needed to be under his control again, and she needed to be used by him. She would do whatever he ordered her to do, no matter how humiliating,. By the time we were all down to just panties, everyone wasmasturbating and the air was thick with the smell of wetpussies. Then a couple of the girls started French kissingand playing with each other.One of the girls, a pretty redhead with pink lace panties,had been staring at my partially exposed pussy for the lastfew hands. There was no mistaking the look in her eyes; shewas dying to fuck, and made it a point to let me see the wetspot between her legs. Acting like there was no one else. Wincing in pain, she rolled over in her hospital bed and felt something perplexing. Reaching down beneath the blankets, she probed between her legs. The gauze panties she was wearing were completely soaked, and her pussy was trembling with the aftershocks of an orgasm. Damn, that really was a vivid dream.“So how’s he doing? Still alive I hope?” Professor Nelson asked, speaking to a nurse of the rehab clinic while signing the visitation roster.“He’s ok. He finally stopped screaming a few hours. .. "So, uh, Mr. Hill," Emily said, "why did you want to steal the headphones, anyway?" She cocked her head curiously at her teacher, looking at him with bewilderment. "You know, Jack's super nice, and smart, and sexy ... I'm sure he would've given them to you, if you just asked him."Mr. Hill coughed politely, and shook his head, still grinning. "Um ... somehow, I very much doubt that," he said. "You see, in a way, we've already asked him. And he said no." Really?" Emily said. A hurt look filled.