Oh, I could call back, and she'd string it out a little, but I knew Betsy wouldn't have anything more significant to tell me, and I knew she wanted me...to call back, just for the satisfaction. So, reluctantly, I let it pass.Four days later, she called me again -- in my office at the University. "How'd you know to call me here?" I asked."I didn't. I tried the house, and your cell phone, and this was my third shot. Gotcha!" You and Shirley get together again?" Yep." Any news?" Yep." You gonna tell. ." I smiled at her."You should try," she said and I narrowed my eyes. "Fighting is like fucking." I think I'd be afraid of fighting someone," I sighed."Are you afraid to fuck?" she teased me, licking her thin red lips and she really did look like a vampire.Eva was a total Goth and I could easily imagine her ten years younger, clubbing in Berlin all dressed in black with her face painted and pierced. I bet she'd been really hot when she was like 17 years old, the kind of girl I'd always been. Biting my lower lip hard to keep from digging my fingers into me, giving me the relief I seek.“So you are talking to your work buddies with a hard on.”“I’m also watching a woman masturbate.” Hearing those words my breath catches in my throat, and I begin to cough hard. A flood of emotions wash over me. Getting even more turned on. Worried. Fear. My nipples harden. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath.“Glad you found some entertainment.” She says brushing off his comment as if he was. I moan in ecstasy,writhing and moving back onto his fingers. I grab my arse cheeks and spread them apart to give himeasier access. “Stop moving while I fuck you, do as your told,“ Mike says, as he slaps my arse cheeklightly, causing me to buck, but I make myself stay still and enjoy his fingers moving in and out of mycunt. He uses my juice to lube my arsehole, then puts his cock at my rosette, easing in slowly as Igasp. “Push back onto me, babe, just a little, go easy." I push feeling him.