“Isn’t that the Rabbit?” I said, not quite sure if the answer was right. “Very good! Looks like you catch on quick” she said with a little s...mirk. Then with both hands holding the base of the toy, trailed it down her flat tummy and in between her open legs. She didn’t turn the vibrator on, just slowly rubbed the bumpy texture on her exposed clit. Her hips seemed to move a little to the strokes of her hand. Then aiming the tip up at her entrance, slowly glided into her wet hole. As the toy went. A few moments later, the woman, her husband and I entered the elevator and rode up to my floor in a long, awkward silence. They followed me to the door, and we entered my apartment. Again, I could not believe that this was actually happening. I walked over to the couch in a daze.I turned around and looked at the woman, who had followed me halfway into the living room, while her husband remained standing by the door. Then, my heart bursting, I dropped my shorts, and my long, black cock pointed. Dicks," I answered. Gretchen is a big stickler on last names. I pitied the poor man married to this harridan. "I'm gay, remember. And married. So, if you wouldn't mind, its Mrs. Shelly." By noon, Ms. Shelly," she continued, ignoring my words. "Your six month review is coming up."I gritted my teeth and nodded my head. I turned back to my computer, but I couldn't make any sense of the Medicare accounts. My mind was too preoccupied with the possible fate of my wife. Gas attack. What does that. “She said she was mentoring a troubled girl as part of an after school program.”I waited a few minutes, then I called the police, and then I went to pick Vic up in his car. When we got to PJHS, the O’Neal’s station wagon was parked right out front. It was the only car there. The front doors were normally unlocked on weekends for track practice. Today was no exception. We were quiet as we snuck in the doors and down the hallway toward the weight room. We could hear voices. I motioned for Vic to.