I felt her panties: they were as wet as mine. Marnie shifted slightly and allowed me to slide my fingers inside the leg of her knickers and into her s...ooth gash. She was so wet… I played my fingers over her clitty and she shuddered, pressing her thigh against mine. She even let out a little squeak: a few of the other girls looked round but we must have looked quite innocent, staring up at our beloved teacher, so they turned round again. Marnie took my hand and, quickly, kissed my fingertips,. Hands on the desk” your voice harsh and low startles me and I lean forward in a rush my hands hitting the desk as the thought that I hope this wont take too long wars with the other side of my brain that wishes it would last for ever. My tits hang down heavy and full nipples tingle as they brush the cold polished wood surface of the desk. My legs wide open pointing straight to the door, the handle turns, and finding it locked, the person knocks, there is no response from either of us, and the. I think her advice was pretty good, don’t you?”“I think she’s lost her title!” I grinned. “There’s a new champ!”“So, I don’t need to do that five or six more times to make sure I got it right?” she smirked.“I will never object, but I think there’s a much nicer place to put that, don’t you?”“Can we try it with me on top?” she asked.“Whenever you’re ready!”“Uh, don’t YOU have to be ready?”“I know how to make that happen! Get into bed and I’ll lick you! That’ll get me hard and give you. “I am not interested in your manners, Ms Smith”, he said as he opened his neck tie. “I am not interested in whore's folly or the skills you have to please. I want to meet you in a battle of wills, Ms Smith, a game to which I am sure you are most suited.” “And of what might this game consist, Sir?” I asked, in my most well modulated mezzo soprano. He stopped to watch me, a clear, green gaze fastened in the shallow waters of my own. “Oh, I believe we will get along splendidly, Madam. I really.