It was almost too muchto take in. Madam Martinique seemed to notice how much that little pieceof information had blown me away, and came to my rescue...."You did a verygood job with your explanation, but I think it's about time I took ournewest student to the commissary."The sadness on Tod's face slipped away. "Oh wow! Is she the one you saidwas gonna be my roomie?"I didn't think the head mistress could stand any straighter, butsomehow, she did. "That's 'going to', not 'gonna', and ... well,. I emailed her back and said I was glad she liked the video and now I have something to think about the next time I played. I told her knowing that she’s seen me cum was a huge turn on. Over the course of the next few days we emailed each other back and forth about a dozen more times. I won’t bore you with all the details but where we left off was that I told her I would love to secretly masturbate for her in person the next time the situation presented itself. She brought up that in about a. Amy was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, leaning against the side jamb. I walked up behind her and placed my hands on her shoulders, which were bare except for the thin straps of her shirt and training bra, and gave her a couple of massage squeezes. It was my way of saying, “I’m glad to see you,” without saying any words. She turned her head back, looking over her shoulder to see who it was. I couldn’t help but think about a time, in the future of my fantasy, when she would turn her head. She could relax now, and focus on the imminent sensation of warm water on her skin. She would be all alone, and she could finally relax.So then why did she feel this tingling anticipation?Vanessa pushed it from her mind. She must just be looking forward to the shower. And yet? something fluttered in her chest as she glanced ahead to the end of the hallway. It was as if she knew what she would find around that corner, and yet she couldn?t access the memory. Had she been to this airport before?.