It was April of my senior year and I'd come home at about 10:00 P.M. from a late evening at the grocery store where I'd been working for almost two ye...ars. I was sort of tired and had a little bit of late semester homework to do before I showered and hit the bed for the night. I had noticed throughout the late afternoon and evening that I was feeling more than usually horny. It had only been a couple of days since Becky and I had enjoyed a fuck together. Sure, sometimes we'd get together after. It reminded me of a gypsy scene in a werewolf movie, and I supposed that made me Lon Chaney Jr. The gremlin apparently had a name, but it was a low, garbled greeting. All I had caught was Madam G…rubble-grubble-blarf, but I didn’t dare ask her to repeat it in fear of the handgun I noticed protruding from the jeans at the small of Sarah’s back. Hereafter, I will refer to her simply as Madam G. ‘Female and male demons that come to you at night and force you into intercourse, or so that’s the. He shows me around the gym, which is a high-ceilinged building with mats and trampolines all around. The floor seems to have spring under it, for as I walk, I bounce a bit. The man can tell too, because I can see him sneaking peeks at my C cup boobs. I thought that the instructors would be girls, but I guess he’s alright. ‘And that concludes your tour.’ He says with a sigh. ‘Thank you,’ I say, annoyed. ‘What’s your name?’ He asks, actually sounding interested. ‘My name’s Ivy,’ I say. ‘What’s. You were lying on the floor of your office masturbating. Your stocking clad legs bent at the knees and your skirt hiked up. Despite the horror I was now feeling at my error I couldn’t help but stare. It was like something from one of the many sex dreams I had had of you. But this was no dream, if anything it was quickly becoming my worst nightmare. ‘ The door was locked and I thought you were…’ I tried to explain but you quickly cut me off, shouting in a voice I had rarely ever heard you use,.