“You’re early.” He says.“No, you’re just late.” I respond.He takes his seat next to me. We sit there in silence for a moment. I decide to ...ake conversation. “Today makes two hundred fifty five.”“What’s that about?”“It’s been that many days since I joined the Organization.”“You’re still keeping track? You really got it memorized, huh?”“Yeah.” I say clutching the stick of my ice cream. “It used to be all I had to hold onto, you know?”“And it isn’t anymore?”“Yeah, I have you guys, remember?”“Of. ..”“A bunch of girls told me they were gonna sign out and head home early,” Sammy added.“Well, if it’s just you five or six girls, we might ask Mr. St. Georges if we can play basketball or maybe floor hockey. It won’t be good dancing with twenty-six guys and only six girls,” I added as we neared our lockers.“I wouldn’t mind playing some floor hockey,” Tempe said which kind of surprised me with the eagerness in her reply.As luck would have it, we only had six girls show up. It didn’t take a lot. "I might have," Anna whispered. She bit her bottom lip as she looked up at him walking towards her. "You just took too long and I was really looking forward to you continuing what started in the shower," she added as Rhett stopped in front of her and let his towel fall. She licked her lips as she sat up to look at his magnificent cock.Her hand gripped his velvet-skinned rod and pumped his length while her other hand cupped and massaged his balls. Rhett gave a low moan in the back of his throat. I hung my skirt over the handrail and hoped it would dry quickly. I walked back over to my desk and turned on a music CD that played through the speakers my desk top computer. As soon as I sat down in my chair, a text came through on my cell phone. “Open your office door. Now.” Without a reply, I tip toed over the plush carpet on my office floor and barely cracked open my door. I opened the door wider as I heard his keys approach. He slipped in seamlessly and undetected, and he closed the door.