Janet looked at the woman with a mixture of horror and fear, her nerves dancing on the edge of panic. How the hell could this have happened? she wondered.<br/><br/>"I ... I gotta get out of here!" she gasped, pulling her panties up and tightening her jeans. The new bulk between her legs was tight, and she had to adjust where her cock lay to get her jeans to close. There was still a noticeable bulge, and she hoped her hardon would die down.<br/><br/>"I'm not through with you yet, you fucking bitch!" she growled at the woman, then she burst from the room, unlocked the front door, and rushed out into the street.<br/><br/>She pulled her t-shirt loose so it hung outside her jeans, covering the mound of her package partially. Janet hurried along the street, heading for the nearest hotel.<br/><br/>She needed to get a room, find some peace and quiet. Maybe, just maybe, jerking off would make the thing go away. Janet could only hope.<br/>