Near the end of the hallway they enter a small bedroom.Without prompting, she immediately disrobes, folds her few items of clothingand places them nea...ly in the wardrobe. As she stands before him, shivering,she asks herself what she?s managed to get herself into this time. Immediatelyshe knows the answer: a test of sorts, as always. But am I ready? She doesn?t notice she?s asked the question out loud untilhe responds: if you were not ready, you would not be here. As obvious as thestatement. It was like watching a flower slowly opening up and reaching for the rays of the sun.“Mistress Mildred, was that what is called an orgasm?” she asked.“No. It was close but not yet. When you have one, you will experience ten times the sensations you just did. Now enough talk, time for your massage.” Millie led Melanie to the adjoining suite and had her get face down on the massage table that was in the center of the room.The air was warm and redolent of the smell of incense, and candles cast a. He held it there for a few moments, never taking his eyes off Mrs. Bentley’s face, then he squeezed the huge orb. When Mrs. Bentley’s eyes didn’t open, Peter’s other hand covered the vacant tit and squeezed it too.Peter eventually wanted to see what he was feeling. His shaking hands moved to his teacher’s neck where his fingers nimbly undid her blouse’s top button. Then the next button was undone… and the next… and the next…. When. The cups of her bra were yanked down and she could feel two sets of fingers easing out her tits from the confines of the lacy material. Suddenly, her nipples were pulled insistently, reshaping her breast into conical mounds with an acute point where her nipples had been puled upwards. In normal circumstances, Rachel would be writhing in pleasure about now. She actually liked her breast to be treated quite roughly. It was a sure fire trigger to get her aroused. “Okay buster, that’s far enough.”.