Ashley was different the next morning.She moved through the kitchen slower. Lighter. But not free -- no, it was restraint. A practiced stillness. She didn't speak first. Didn't look up.Andrew was already seated, coffee in one hand, scrolling casually through his phone like nothing had changed.But everything had.Her nightly report sat in his inbox, read twice. He'd even highlighted a few lines."I cried after. Not because I was ashamed -- because it wasn't enough."That one in particular.He didn't speak until she reached the fridge."You forgot something."She paused. Turned halfway."Sir?"His smile was small. Calm. Controlled."Your uniform. You're wearing panties."Her heart stuttered.She dropped her gaze and opened her mouth to respond -- but there was no excuse. No defense.Only disobedience.And she knew what came next."Go fix it.""Yes, Sir."She turned and left immediately, hands trembling. She'd obeyed perfectly last night -- plug in, door open, hands to herself -- but
She arrived home wet. Not in the literal sense -- though the air in the city was thick with midsummer heat -- but wet in the way that lived in her body. Between her thighs. In the edges of her brain. In the places she'd trained herself not to touch without permission. Ashley dropped her duffel in the entryway. Flight 291 had been long, crowded, full of impatient passengers and weak coffee. She'd smiled through it all. That same polite smile she always wore when the captain made a stupid joke over the intercom or a businessman "accidentally" brushed her hip when handing back his drink cup. She slipped off her heels. Let her toes stretch against the hardwood. It wasn't until she passed the living room that something... shifted. There was a feeling. That uncanny, breathless sensation -- like someone had been in her room. She paused. Looked down the hall. Her door was closed. Just like she'd left it. But not fully closed. It was cracked an inch. Her stomach flipped. She crossed
Val, are you sure this is a good idea? What if we get caught?""We won't. They'll come around soon checking everyone is out of the library. We'll just sneak around the shelves so they don't see us.""And cameras?""Nobody seriously watches those things. Imagine someone watching 10 hours of film whilst the library?s shut every night! It's just policy."Miranda was holding onto my waist. "But imagine if they did catch us studying on camera?""Isn't that what most students do?" I asked."You know what I mean."I gave her a cheeky pinch on her small butt. I put her bra back on for her, and hooked it up at the back and placed her blouse back over her head. Then I dressed myself back up.We stood behind a shelf full of books on Polish Landscaping. There was a flicker as the lights in the library dimmed and we stood there, watching students hauling satchels on their backs and making their ways for the stairs down to the library entrance.We heard the shuffling of some feet a few minutes late
What's the Acromion process?" Miranda asked me. She looked sexy with her dark rimmed glasses on, and her light brown hair piled up on top of her head so that it stuck out from the sides of her face. She looked over her study books with a puzzled look. I could see down her pink blouse at her cleavage.I pulled my polo shirt collar down off my shoulder a little to feel my collar bone. "Look, it's along here That bump in the collar bone that sticks up just before where the humerus attaches."Miranda and I were colleagues studying nursing at uni, and we had a test on physical assessments tomorrow. We were studying in the study area of the library. There was noise from other students also studying and a mess of chairs and tables. It was already nine p.m. and the library would be closing in an hour. Miranda was bright, but wasn't a very enthusiastic student. For the last half hour she'd been painting her nails with pink nail polish and waving them in the air watching them dry, talking about
Violet jumped at Jack's voice, snapped her eyes open and staring, her mind still echoing with the earlier words.... "shoot all three of you"... "start with your little sister"..... and so on. She was hocked by seeing her first dick, but actually she wasn't concentrating on it. She was even more shocked as her brother's dick was also revealed, and though more in the back of her mind, she got a small bit of amusement at Brian being bigger and better. Scarlet on the other hand was appalled as Jack how her his dick, was already tempted to bite it rather than put up with him putting it in her mouth, something that brought a wicked grin to her face. But Henry seemed to guess she would bite it, and warned his partner of the danger. Her smile faded again as he made his suggestion about Brian. She was more appalled and shocked, as she suddenly had her son's hard manhood in her face. He was nicely endowed she noted though. She thought it pretty sick, despite Brian being adopted and not her b
The six-foot tall and handsome Brian had never seen his Mom's breasts--and they were beautiful.Brian was standing just a few few away from her as he stared as his Mom's breasts, with their erect nipples and large areolas, and then he started to feel a slowly rising pressure between his legs. His large cock started tenting out his pajamas. He'd been adopted as a small child, and hadn't ever known any other mother but Scarlet. But he couldn't stop himself from getting aroused at his first sight ever of her naked body.****Violet shivered noticeably as Henry mentioned shooting them and her first, making her even more scared.Scarlet, on the other hand, was still glaring at the two deviants.Scarlet said in an angry voice as Jack approached, "What do you intend to do with those?"She hissed as it became evident what he planned, and struggling uselessly against her bonds. "Don't you dare, you bastard!" She yelled but could do nothing to stop him, her face coloring slightly as her breasts