Go looking for James!

Steaming with embarrassment and anger, you pull your clothes back on and storm out of your room. Barreling down the hallway, you feel the probing finger moving around inside of you, almost like it was trying to get a feel for things. As you get to the elevators and press the down button, you feel the finger remove itself from you. A door behind you opens and a pair of girls you know comes out and walks to stand next to you at the elevator doors. They strike up a conversation with you just before the sensation in your crotch is replaced with another feeling.