Those counselors can be real assholes. “Fuck,” I groaned, partly because I had just experienced the most intense orgasm of my life and, partly, because I was just beginning to comprehend what I’d let happen. XXX Quick as lightning, my hands did a rapid tuck, flip and alt-tab. Pissed, she spun her head from where she had been dumped and began spitting, “Alright, I was only playing. How I’d ended up here after waking up on a very ordinary Sunday morning, I still had no idea. They’re a tight-knit bunch. I swore under my breath. “No, I mean look at them.” She emphasized the word “Look.” It took me a while to understand until I saw her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her tank top out of the corner of my eye. I was worried about what might happen if I let this go any further.
