The attentions I gave to her shecock were certainlyappreciated, and I would stop my shaving to torture her by eithermasturbating her shecock with my h...nd or sucking or kissing her shecock.Due to the attentions to her shecock, and the stimulatory effect of thewarm water, Whitney needed to urinate.The longer I tortured her so, the greater her need to urinate became.In addition, Whitney was is urgent need to orgasm. Which to let her havefirst? The orgasm or the micturition?I=after pondering on. " Really." How can one word carry so much weight?"Mr. Randahl, when you first entered this program I knew your interest would not last. Photographers are dilettantes, not true artists, and you have proven this to me once again."I bit my lip—there was no way I was going to try to explain my lack of attention."Very well, Mr. Randahl," Grossfeldt said as he turned to another member of the class. "If you cannot answer the question perhaps Miss Stewart will be able to."I wasn't off the hook yet. If. Rather I started sucking her inner thighs. As I did this, I could witness her moving in a round motion. She couldn’t resist it and her dripping pussy indicated that.Shanaya already had minor orgasms. I left hickeys on her thighs too. As I was massaging her pelvic region, she couldn’t take the teasing anymore and held me by my hair, pushed me against her pussy and then cross closed her legs. I was suffocated, but I started tongue fucking her. Her moans were the most seductive I had ever. I did comment “We could go back to my place for a coffee or get one here in town before you get the bus back home.” Secretly hoping that she would choose the former as I had plans for us.“I think a nice relaxing coffee at your place accompanied by some of that nice music you have would suit me just fine.” June responded. So the dice had been rolled and I had won.After an uneventful, quiet drive home, we were there. I put on some Barry White and got ready to retire to the kitchen to make the.