He saw Natalie frown, her eyes boring into the space he occupied. Her fingers reached forward, inches from his wispy spirit form and Matt stiffened. S...e was going to touch him. Would she? Could she? This time, please… The bus jerked to a halt and Natalie started. As if waking from a dream, she shook herself slightly and stood, shouldering her handbag. She slid from the seat, glanced back worriedly as she made her way to the front of the bus and then stepped carefully down the steps and down. The telltale drips of her own self-induced orgasm were lining her inner thighs."Not yet."Kaia's words brought me up short, a pained expression on my face. "Her, too." And she gestured at Marissa.And I turned to glance at my girlfriend, clearly turned on by the hot sex she had witnessed but also still out of sorts. Dammit, of all the times not to be able to mentally affect someone. I could really use a quick orgasm to let me get inside of Kaia right now.In retrospect, Marissa was hesitant. “Are you ready?” the teacher asks, bringing his attention back to the task at hand. He nods his affirmation, grabs the tie to the robe and lets it drop.Chance’s member is half erect, probably from his coaxing, but most likely from it brushing along the soft material of the robe. With it looking rather big while still soft gives the boy a boost to his confidence. He catches the eye of one or two of the girls but his face remains impassive. Even now with the opportunity to really lay it out for. The loud music immediately faded to a dull booming as we passed through the door and entered a dimly lit corridor. The relative silence was broken only by the occasional sound of leather on flesh followed by muffled grunts of pain. A door stood slightly ajar at the end of the corridor. Mistress Whiplash pushed the door open and switched on the lights, revealing a small room filled with various restraining devices and a rack containing a selection of riding crops and whips. A large diagonal.