Give me the number and I'll check you out," she said.I wondered just how smart this strategy was, but Deb never gave me a hint she wasn't happy with m...y behaviour, so maybe she'd put in a good word for me. I had to hope so, anyway.The next day, Holly was back waiting for me at the chemistry building."Debbie said you were a good guy. I could trust you. She also said you had an awesome cock." She delivered the line without a moment's hesitation or a smirk. Deadpan.I scrambled to think of something. Returning to my senses, I followed suit."Woah, woah, woah!" She repeated frantically, turning her head away from me as she covered herself. "What the hell are you doing here?" I always come here after six to shower! What the hell are you doing here? You've got class!" I rebutted.She was blushing profusely. "I didn't feel so well." She admitted. "So I went home early. Since when do you walk into closed washrooms, naked, without knocking?!"I had never, in all of our years of friendship, heard her. He was sure he’d felt a wire of some kind, now, tracing it back he realised it was attached to a small rectangular box about the size of a mobile phone which was clipped onto the back of Samantha’s waistband. James stared at Samantha, slowly shaking his head and grinning widely “Oh Fuck! Sam, you naughty, naughty girl”. They had talked about this in just one of many fantasies they had exchanged. But fantasies don’t come true do they? Samantha had a different take on that, and that was just one. He fondled my wife under the covers and positioned himself above her. I heard a soft sigh from my wife and his butt started to move slowly up and down. I was witnessing her former superior penetrating my wife in our marital bad in missionary position. A few minutes later my wife came for the first time this evening. After a short rest I saw my wife mount him, she was on top of him, the covers were on the floor.This was he moment when I got a first glimpse at the genitals. His penis was moving.