“You are sitting next to me in class,” she ordered. I could feel her pulling me but it was not by the hand or anything. I looked down and gasped ...s I realized that she was pulling my by the waistband on my thong. The wedgie she had had given me had resulted in the waistband of my panties peeking out. So there we were, in a rather boring class. The desk we were sitting at offered complete privacy, much to my reassurance. Our lower halves were completely blocked from view unless someone came too. Her body was the color of Carrara marble. Her arms were slightly muscular, as were her legs. Her breasts were small, perhaps an A cup, and nicely shaped. Her stomach was smooth and slightly muscled as well from daily workouts. Her pale blonde pubic hair was neatly trimmed and an average sized penis hung down with heavy looking testicles behind it. Giving him a moment to look her over, she tilted her head, shifted her stance, put a hand on her hip, and turned slightly to present an oblique. She wasn’t a knockout, in the strictest sense of the word, but she was still quite pretty, and everything about her physical package fit just about perfectly. But more than that, there was just something about her that turned him on, and he could feel his cock responding in his jeans. Maybe it was the idea of a seemingly innocent young white girl surrendering her body to him, an older, muscular black man. On Alex’s orders, Sally turned around, so that she was facing away from him, spread her. Sophie took in the scene, women sucking men, men fucking women, she'd stumbled into a dogging session. She knew she should turn back and leave but she'd never experienced dogging before and also as a keen voyeur she was magnetised to her present situation. She continued to watch, no-one caring that they were an object of fascination to the stranger who walked between them, they were exhibitionists so the more the merrier as far as they were concerned.The sights of cocks sliding up and down.