I have read that deprivation of one sense can enhance others. In that strange space, it seemed as if the air was alive, that I could feel with every ...ell and every hair on my naked body. Time stood still.I had almost begun to believe I was alone when a hand brushed against my chest. More a finger than hand; it really was the lightest of touch. It was enough to make contact, enough to entice whoever was there. The fingers became a hand, first on my shoulder, then down over my nipple. Then. Reaching over to her desk she had to uncross her legs as she leaned over. resting on her elbow as she talked mrs. brinson slowly parted her legs until her knees were at least a foot apart! i was looking up the "v" of her milky inner thighs and staring at what appeared to be blue satin panties. my first sighting of a woman's panty covered pussy. my hand sought out the growing bulge in my pants. i began to rub and squeeze my young cock, i couldn't help it! as mrs. brinson continued her. "You could be here some time, Jackson and until your arraignment, you're mine: I tell you when to eat, when to sleep, and when to crap! Do you understand!" Yes, Sir!" Good Girl! With that attitude, we'll get along just fine! Now I have to search you! Take your clothes off, one at a time, and hand them to me."Once again she reacted right away: no hesitation; no emotion. The shirt came first: just like being in a doctor's office, six buttons and off. She handed it to him and he checked the double. I moved to his neck, knowing this was his soft spot. I could get anything I wanted after kissing his neck! My kisses were becoming longer and deeper, until I began suckling, leaving little love bites on him. His arms were under mine now, his hands on my back, his fingers stroking me, almost drawing patterns on me. He knew my weaknesses too. After making out for quite some time, my body began to react and I was writhing on top of him. He shifted me onto my back and laid me on the sofa. I parted.