Chapter 7 He Caught Me Masturbating

• Immediately, I found the lock and shut the door. I even had to cross check to make sure it was locked before I finally lowered myself to the ground. If the bathroom was neat or even dirty, I didn't notice. I was way past having a single care in the world if it didn't involve getting me off.
• Unzipping my jeans and pulling them to my knees, I first had a feel of my wet panties. I hated the effect he had on me to make me such a soaked mess. I couldn’t understand why I was craving or getting wet for someone that I hated. I couldn't even bear to stare at my face in the mirror so I had to turn myself away from it. I was ashamed.
• I played around with my clit, teasing myself and rubbing my entrance in circles, forcing myself to stay still and not make too many sounds. When I had stimulated myself enough, I put a finger in, eyes rolling back as I kept thrusting it deeper and deeper.