This day was getting out of control. First I woke up horny as hell. Then had a thing with a guy I didn't know in a lift and now I was that turned on t...hinking about it, I wasn't even catching what Wendy was saying. "Sorry, what?" I said. "I said, do you want to have lunch?" "Oh no, I can't, got a ton of work to do, maybe tomorrow okay?" "Okay sure. Catch you later on then." Wendy waved goodbye. Then she was gone. Alone now all I could think about was how turned on I was. the throbbing was. Lisa, not nervously at all, concluded, "Okay, just let me have five minutes to get things ready." Just as she was about to disappear into her bedroom, she turned and added one more stimulating thought, "I don't think I mentioned this, guys, but some of you I will let cum in me and some on me. If you do that, you must clean me up before you leave, however." Then she vanished.I should give you some background information now. I was in Northern California visiting some friends I went to college. High School being High School, by Monday morning it had spread all round the school and she wasn't happy. This wasn't good news, she was one of the rough girls, not ugly, but not drop dead and big, but not obese, constantly wearing her own coat, well known for scrapping and even some of the teachers were wary of her, so naturally I was trying to keep my head down for the day/week/year.Dinnertime rolls round and I'd done a pretty good job of avoiding her so far. Then I made my best mistake, I. Just the memory of those horror filled times caused a shudder to pass through her. Those were times that Gabriella tried hard to push to the deep dark recesses of her mind, only brought out when she was that other person, not the Lady Gabriella Quantinilla. It had been in 1479, when she was but twelve years old, that the Spanish Inquisition was at its worst. Her mother and father were labeled as heretics because of their wealth and possessions. It had mattered not to the General Inquisitor,.