Among the equations, word problems and Native American facts mumbo jumbo, all I could focus on was the moist, squishy sensation around my labia. I fe...t so dirty, imagining as if everyone in the classroom knew what was in between my panties, thinking of me as some filthy girl with the scarlet letter. Even as the cream dried by third period Literature class, it still left a flaky, abrasive surface in my crotch that had me fidgeting in my seat so as to not have it scratch my lower lips. It was. She has destroyed my brother, he thought.Tim went over to Patrick, giving him a hug, whispering to him, "I miss you my German brother. Hang in there. Just know that I always think about you. I and your two other brothers."Tim had to lie about his two other enslaved brothers, that they were thinking about Patrick all the time."Tim get me out of here. I beg you please," Patrick pleaded.Patrick sounded scared. Patrick wanted to hug Tim but he was scared that his "Mistress" would see this and then. She had not bottomed out from the first orgasm when the change in sensation and location forced her back over the edge. She stopped fighting me and wriggled helplessly as a fresh wave of pleasure struck her.I slowed the rubbing down when she hit the other side of the orgasm and came down. I could have kept going but it would have cut our time short. I pulled out of her, turned her around, and kissed her."David, I don't think I can take any more of this," she said breathlessly as I gave up her. The driver, of course, thoughtnothing of it.This incident had broken the tension between us and when we left the cabBrad took my arm as we walked into the club. Although I had known we weregoing to a gay club, psychologically I had pictured it as might atourist, observing but not participating. Passing by the cloakroom itsuddenly struck me that I was not a tourist, I was a participant. Kellyand Rhonda had already found a table and I caught sight of Kelly's facethrough the melee, her glasses.