I must also tell Deborah's sister, Liz. She'll be tickled pink. She and her husband, Mark, couldn't stand him." He gave Sharon a final squeeze and kis...ed her warmly.She smiled up at him. "I'll bring you some coffee later," she said."And bring yours with it as long as there are shortbreads." Spoilt and greedy. That's what you are." I am. Oh, I am," he smiled happily.He rang Liz and told her the news. He also filled her in on the pantomime that had gone on deceiving Jeremy, which made her laugh. Someone told me that it was put out in the hall. With a towel that barely stayed tucked I went to look out and didn't see anything. One of the guys who were left came out as I did and said there's a towel bin down the hall. So I got the guts to walk down there to look, I left the door a bit open to stay unlatched so I could get back in. I heard people in the halls above. I went to look at the end of the hall closes to me and look and didn't see the bin. I even peeked up the few steps and didn't. “Ouch.” “Private dance love?” A punter asked. I looked at him, early twenties, sporty. He was with a couple of mates, about the same age.“Of course, why don’t you go and pay at the bar, then we’ll go and find somewhere private,” I told him.The three of them were hunks. Definitely sporty types. Well defined muscles under tight shirts. I recognized two of them, they had been at the college where I worked. This was so thrilling. I was going to fuck two of my students. I was wet just thinking. All my thoughts are on how you are making me feel. My mouth responds to yours. We kiss passionately. My mind is a whirl of confusion. You are holding me captive and have assaulted me, yet here I am melting into your arms. You let go of my hands and I sense you unfastening your trousers and shucking them to the floor followed by your briefs. I feel your erection slap against my tummy. You step backwards and out of your discarded clothing. Another step and you are back sitting on the bed, legs.