But no, no matter how hard she tried to rationalize the feelings in her head, she kept returning to her sense of frustration, just wishing those finge...s had continued to roam over her body. It was incomprehensible, but if that old woman had asked for her “lovely dress”, she would have hypnotically complied. And with that thought, Vanessa found herself vigorously pumping her fingers in her rapidly moistening slit, & following a longer than usual orgasm, she soon drifted, ecstatically, into a. The bartender cleared his throat.Breaking contact with her guest, the woman looked up at him. "Yes?" This guy bothering you, ma'am." No." She smiled at the bartender and inched the hand a little further up her leg so the fingers were under her black skirt. "Not at all." Very good." The bartender turned to the owner of those fingers. "Can I get you anything?" An Amstel Light. Another of those cocktails for the lady."The bartender went away to get their drinks. When he came back and placed them. She was rubbing her bottom. There was little doubt what had happened to her which increased Jack’s concern. She was still rubbing her bottom as she disappeared down the corridor towards the exit.A minute later the door to the classroom opened and the man came out escorted by another teenage girl in the warden’s uniform. The two of them walked towards the hall.Jack was called in to the classroom and directed to stand behind one of the desks. He noted that everyone else was sitting. There was one. Thinking that he had made a horrible mistake, Ned jerked his head back and thrust his fist to his mouth, tears streaming down his face. ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean…’ Ned blurted. ‘No,’ said Debbie, shaking her head and beginning to smile, ‘It’s ok, it’s all… right.’ ‘I’m sorry,’ Ned Blubbered, ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘No, be quiet. Listen to me, please, listen,’ she whispered. ‘I’m so sorry…’ Debbie shook her head and literally grabbed Ned’s cheeks so that he had to look her in the eye. ‘No,’.