“But what will we do if we feel the need to… play?” “In a pinch, I would guess that your fingers or mine would work quite well. Don’t you th...ink?” She paused a second and replied, “Right now I’m thinking about what you did to me with your fingers last Friday behind your desk. Perhaps you are correct. We should get down to work.” She stood and told him that she would finish up their presentations and show them to him by 4:00. When she walked out his door his eyes, were glued on her ass. He. ..here, alone withthese strangers. What would happen? He would definitely beat me up,as if I had tricked him into playing with a femboi. Maybe thatconstruction worker would join in too. I could see that man?s eyesstaring at us, seeing every movement of the driver?s hand.I had to stop him, I had to think of something to distract him, keephim from finding out my secret. But if I ran, if I resisted, he?d kickme off the bus for sure, leaving me stranded with no way of gettingback home or back. I wanted to feel like a creep, ogling Maddy’s mom that way I was, but I was also a hormonal eighteen-year-old, fresh out of high school. I couldn’t help myself. Finally, she stood up and gave me the check. ‘I sure wish there was something I could do to thank you,’ she said, and I thought I heard a sly implication in her words. What that implication was, it was hard to tell through the haze of vivid fantasies that immediately came to mind. I suddenly realized that Mr. Tasker and Maddy were. We shook against each other and then collapsed together onto the bed."Oh my God, " she said, "I would never have guessed that could feel so good."We got dressed and went out and acted civilized, pretending that we cared about something other than having sex with each other. We generally tried to leave the house at least once during the weekend in those early steamy weekends we spent naked together. The whole time we were out, I thought about what I would do to her that night and how to make.