After all, there was always a possibility that any one of my colleagues may need to contact him at any time and I didn’t feel they needed to know we...had a more intimate relationship. He had caught me out once or twice by interrupting our flow of emails and calling the office. He knew I couldn’t handle it and loved that he made me blush so much, even though he couldn’t actually see me. ‘Are you still available this afternoon? I have something I need to brief you on.’ I hit reply instantly.. Even then, though, my killing thoughts lingered. I swore when I went off to college I would come back and kill him in the evening hours, my trusty green car battering the life out of him as I spun my tires away back to Maryland, awaiting a call that my friend had been killed, by a stranger no less. But I didn't. I stayed my killing hand. I turned my thoughts to homosexual images of buff, bulging men muscles, glittering in tan, surreal Apollo rooms, while I shut myself in my college dormroom.. "GO!" I shrieked at them, worried the others would come back beforethey got away.With that the three of them fled the room, leaving me in the corner. Istruggled to my feet, an extremely painful task, and closed and lockedthe door. I also closed the blinds. I figured that would delay themknowing the others had gone.After that, I laid down on Tom's bed and let myself cry for a while. Iwas sick, injured, and scared witless. The ray or whatever it was haddefinitely made me feel like the little girl. I went to my room tore off my clothes & found my pussy was dripping wet, not from the water I had spilled on my panties on purpose earlier as an extra treat for Steves penetrating eyes but from the excitement of being watched by mums rugged fuck stud.I enusred I was as loud as I could be as I bounced around on my bed, finger fucking my pussy till i exploded in a screaming orgasm, if Steve did not hear this he would have to have been deaf & if he was not rock hard & stroking his cock by now he.