’ Make him beg for more punishment, because most white subs are pain sluts anyway and want nothing more than to experience extreme torture.? There...was a ring of truth to her words but before she could wrap her head around the reality of it, before she could make sense of the feelings that were making her body ache with desire, the lecture was over. ?So, what did you think??Snapped back to reality, Tracy looked up as Mistress Khadijah towered over her. The other ladies were clearing the. She wore jean shorts that weren’t Daisy Duke’s but they left plenty of her thick thighs for him to enjoy. Her generous cleavage jiggled happily beneath her tank top. ‘Sit near me, please sit near me,’ his inner voice screamed, and then fought with itself. ‘No don’t, please don’t. I need to pay attention.’ The young woman stopped on his row and he sank down in his seat. ‘I’m a gentleman, gentlemen don’t stare,’ he silently said while tapping his pen on his forehead. She took a seat near him,. Eventually, he felt her large hand close around his wrist, withdrawing it from between her thighs.“Enough teasing,” she grumbled, turning and leading him out of the shower cubicle. She left the water on, leaving the door ajar, not even taking a moment to let him reach for a towel as she guided him out into the living room. He felt the fluffy carpet beneath his damp feet as she tugged him along, her grip like iron, pushing open the door to their bedroom. She released her hold on him by the. My eyes roamed freely over his body and I could feel my vagina getting wet; my clitoris and nipples grew stiff and so very sensitive. I pulled my nightshirt over my head and dropped my panties to the floor. Standing there naked, just a foot or so away from him was so exciting that I could feel the moisture from my vagina seeping down my thighs.I did not want him to catch me standing there like that, but the chance of him waking was strangely arousing. In a strange way, I wanted him to awake,.