Chapter 118 Beyond Control:>>3

• She didn't crouch down, either: she bent from the waist and her legs were apart a little so that her perfect ass was projected backwards, the cheeks opening slightly to reveal everything between them only a foot or two from my startled gaze. I saw the crinkled portal of her anus like a tiny closed eye winking at me, and just below it her cunt, moist from the shower and other juices. Her fingers closed over the scrap of material and she held her pose for a moment before she straightened and turned back to me.
• "Remember that in your bed tonight, David," she said sweetly, "and weep that you'll never get to taste it." She opened the door and with a final flounce of her perfect ass she was gone, and I heard the sound of her laughter as she walked down the corridor.
• When I turned back the covers to climb into bed that night I found her panties under the sheet with a little note in her neat, sloping handwriting. It said: 'Wet panties, wet dreams. Dry your tears on these.' They weren't as good as the real thing, but as a consolation present I could have done a lot worse.