I had a small trembler of an orgasm just as the door to the bathroom banged open and three boys walked in, their voices echoing off the tiles. They la...ghed and stopped when they saw my feet under the stall. I had my panties and workout shorts around my ankles at that point, my Converse kicked off and my Buddy Holly glasses on the toilet paper dispenser next to mine. I kept jerking on my snatch, squishing fingers into me as they peeked first through the stall edges, then opened the stalls on. ?", he made a swift withdrawal and I quickly walked away.What the hell was going on? I needed to talk to anyone who knew Emma and the only person I could think of was Phillipa. I didn't have her surname or the piece of paper with her telephone number, that was probably still in the pocket of my grey suit back in the barracks, if not there then Wurzel might know where she lived. I ran all the way back to the barracks and the first person I saw there was Wurzel."I've been looking for you" we both. "I walked over and took Andrea by the hand and said, "Close your eyes." Then I led her across the room and positioned her about twelve feet from the easel and turned her around."OK, now you can look."She stood perfectly still for a while. Then she cocked her head to one side, then the other. When I was pretty much convinced she hated it, she broke into a smile and asked, "Mrs. James, do you think I'll ever get this good?" It's certainly worth aiming at, Andrea, but you should understand that. My wife told me a couple of the married girls actually did have sex with him in exchange for d**gs. I told her I wasn't comfortable with her working there and she said she didn't like it either. So she quit but the thrill of showing her body off was still there and she started looking for another place to work. I suggested the popular place where the girls wear orange shorts and show off their cleavage. She did interview with them but after talking to one of the girls that worked there she.