I couldn’t talk. I was breathless, “Emma! Are you OK? Emma!” Brian screamed on the other end.I grabbed my phone without saying anything or hangi...g up, and with my legs still shaking, went back to my bed. “Bye,” I said with a tired voice, hung up, and fell asleep.In the morning, I joined a work-related zoom video call. I saw Brian calling and hit reject with an “I’ll call you later” message.Brian sent a message, “Are you OK, Emma?”, “I am in a call,” I replied.A minute later, I felt a low. ”“Yes, I’ve thought of that. Are you going to be able to convince him? I mean you are supposed to be without one of your arms.” I asked Rigal hoping that we could pull this off.“I’ve got no problem there. As much as I hate that son of a bitch, my anger can mask almost anything.” Rigal replied his face twisting in a mask of anger. “With all he has done to my mother I’ve got no problem helping you end him.”I nodded; anger was at times one of the best motivators. The only problem with it is that. Class went by pretty quickly and I caught a few more smiles from Marsha, which almost made my dick explode through my pants. I wanted to excuse everyone from class and get another blow job from her, but I didn’t think that was appropriate. At least not on Mondays. After the bell rang and everyone left Marsha came back up to the front of the room. ‘So … as you were saying?’ ‘Yea, Kelly and I talked this morning. She’s gonna behave just like you’re going to. I guess I like her but I don’t know. As the shocks from my orgasm still come, I feel as though I might pee, but I know I won’t. It is not my pee that is coming, it is my first squirt. I don’t have time to get a towel or plastic to save my duvet, so I just carry on rubbing. Soon a new sensation of pleasure comes, and I start moaning louder. And soon a scream erupts from my mouth as liquid comes gushing from my pussy, going all over my duvet. Pleasure is surging through my body and my pussy juice is going everywhere. As it still.