Dafne was well aware of thefox-in-the-hen-house stereotypes of a former guy finally spending asubstantial amount of time in a women's locker room, but...was unimpressedwith the reality which was smellier, messier, sweat covered, andaltogether more human and dreary than fantasies of pillow fights in theshowers and sexy boobs everywhere. Dafne wasn't dragging her feet to getmore of a feel of it, Dafne had instead realized that she was having asimple, embarrassing problem that she was having too. "You might not believe this, but I've had that move mapped out in my head since I learned about the threat. I, well, you probably didn't know it but I've been studying several forms of judo for the past few years. I don't test for rank because that isn't important to me. It's really helped me get past those feelings of helplessness that used to consume me." I'm glad for it," Brock said. "And not just because you've proven you can kick my ass, either."Merie laughed along with him."I've known. My cunt twitched just reading the sign and I began to get wet. Lisa, a Factory O employee, was on the level downstairs from me, and my pussy was showing through the hole in my chair above her face. Albeit industrial, Factory O gave me the best orgasms of my life. I used the touch screen remote to give Lisa commands. I decided that I wanted to slowly build up to a huge cum. I pressed a hot breath button, and Lisa opened her mouth and engulfed my throbbing vulva in hot gusts of her breath. The. Melissa gasped down the phone; her orgasm spreading through her.Got you did it?“I’ve cum. That was so good. So fucking good. I needed that.”I’d knew you’d like it.Melissa stayed in the cubicle until she got her breath back. She put her breast back into the cup of her dress, pulled her knickers up and brushed her dress down to take out any creases that shouldn’t be there.Don’t wash your hands.“I’ve got to, there are so many people out there, they will notice,” she hissed down the phone.Don’t.