“I was just about to go anyway. See you tomorrow, Steve.”Steve stood, shook his hand and said, “See ya, buddy. Nine?”“Nine-thirty down three... twenty-nine,” said Jack.“Got it. Nine-thirty, down three-two-nine,” said Steve.“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” said Becky.“No. It’s okay. We were just talking shop.”“Oh. Okay. What do you do?” she asked.He knew she would ask. It’s a polite conversation, but in the DC area, most people have learned not to ask.“Well, I just transferred into the George Bush. Bill would be excited and start by kissing hertoes and massaging her feet before he would slowly kiss his way up hercalves and behind her knees and inner thighs. Slowly he would tease herwith intense foreplay by toying with her mind. He would make her thinkhe was going to dive right in with his tongue but he would make a lightbrush up against her pussy and then kiss her navel. She would play withher nipples until his lips arrived from the work below and she wouldmelt as she felt him suck. I was taking a leak when I heard a commotion next door in the girl's room. I thought I heard Jen's voice loudly saying "NO" to someone. Worried, I went into the girl's room and there was one of my teammates pushing Jen into a corner. The front of her dress was ripped and he had his hand on her breast squeezing. He looked around and told me, "Piss off Spencer. This doesn't concern you." Jen was screaming and my blood started to boil.I walked up to him and grabbed him around the neck and pulled. My hand was still covering my pussy. Martin’s eyes filled with fright. ‘You know he is not going to be very happy when I tell him you didn’t want it, still, from now on you’ll be sleeping in the box room. Scott is moving in.’ ‘No, fucking hell no!’ I lowered my pussy on his screwed up and twitching face. He struggled for a moment and then stopped. His watering eyes now stared up at me in shock. I got off his face and glared at him. ‘Do you think I’m fucking stupid Martin? Christ you don’t.