Nothing but a box lay there. She pulled it out and opened it, more out of curiosity than any desire for a flashlight. She laughed at herself. Obviousl... she couldn't see anything, and she was a little afraid to reach inside the abyss of the box. She called herself a chicken, but she didn't need to test her courage, the lights came back on, and she saw the last thing she expected.Hundreds of pictures of girls in various poses and degrees of nudity littered the box. She didn't register what she. He removes my belt, and opens the buttons to my jeans, they start to fall, I lose my shoes, I push the jeans down all the way.We are at the stairs, both of us in our undies, kissing madly. We pause, for just enough time for us to race up the stairs to my bedroom.We start kissing again. I lie down on the bed, pulling him on top of me. I spread my legs, as he settles in between them, we grind our hips against each other. Oh boy, I want him. I pull him tight against me, my hands wandering all over. I was just about to start when Amy asked where the bathroom was, not wanting to leave the room I told her how to get there. She stood up and left. I started teaching the lesson and an hour passed, so the yoga class was over and still no sign of Amy. As the last girl left, I waved her goodbye and picked up Amy's and my own yoga mats and walked out of the yoga room towards the main entrance of the gym. I was about to text Amy when I saw her on one of the machines and standing right behind her was. "Fucking hell. You are one filthy cock whore. You know how to suck cock don't you. Fuckkkkkkkkk fuck fuck fuckkkkkkkk." Please sir. Please fuck me with your huge black cock. Fuck my tight ass sir." Tracy begged."You don't need to tell me twice slut. Get your fucking panties down." John ordered.It was clear Tracy and Steve weren't dating. She didn't leave me for him. They were just fucking. In fact, it seems as if Tracy was fucking anyone she damn well liked. Mixed emotions ran through my head..