I could feel my clitoris harden under my gentle touch, not realising just how turned on I was until that moment. Lifting my right hand, I took my fing...rs into my mouth, wetting my fingers before slipping them back down, this time under my thong. My fingers rubbed above my clitoris, my trimmed hair rough against my fingertips. I moaned again, this time aware of myself. My tongue flicked along my lips, slightly parted, my breathing shallow, but slow. I dipped my fingers lower. My slit was wet. I. I could feel her coming closer to bed from the door. Usually, she wakes me up as soon as she enters but I could feel the silence that day. I was sensing her look at my cock. I waited for her to get hold of it. She stayed there for a while looking at it.I was able to feel her presence, her look and her breath in the room. I don’t know why she stayed so long and why she didn’t hold my cock. But I was sure that she liked the sight and enjoyed it. If she didn’t like it she would have left as soon. I assumed not many females frequented this place. Once we took our seats, Master grabbed the back of my hair and kissed me passionately and deeply, sticking his tongue all the way down my throat. His tongue felt electrifying and went straight to my clit where I felt a gush of wetness hit the seat I was in. His one hand had me pulled protectively to Him while His other hand travelled up my legs that lay open across His lap, to my aching pussy, where he moaned with pleasure at how wet His slave. And then it clicked. If she was a first year during my last year, then… this was the young girl that stood with me and the others at that stop during my last year.I had never talked to that girl, beyond a quiet greeting of “Hey”, even when I would get there and she was the only one there. But I remembered her being there practically every day. She had been very young and, being a senior, it had seemed like she was from another planet we were so far apart in ages. Yet, now, three years.