I hurried away from the door before they’d realise I had been there the whole time. I went to the nearest toilet, pulled down my drawers, and feverishly masturbated my pussy, with four fingers this time, stretching myself as I fucked it in the same fast, quick, and speedy manner that George fucked Olivia. I came so many times Madame—four times. After I was spent, I asked myself, not in my head, but out loud, in a murmur, “What is Olivia doing to me?” When I came for the last time, I said this out loud too: “Oh Olivia, I love you! If only you know how much I love you.”
Not too loud, of course. Nobody could possibly hear me. I wouldn’t dare be that brave and bold. When I left the bathroom, and returned back to the study, I was surprised to find the naughty two gone. Where had they gone?