I was real tempted to play with my cock under the desk while I watched her lean forward just enough to get that stuff out like candy in a store window... Unfortunately, that little bitch Mary Margaret Weedock was glaring at me out of the corner of her eye and I knew the little witch was watching my cock grow larger with each passing second. I was so pissed off about losing my chance to get off on Mrs. Cummings that I wrapped my fingers around Mister Big and point it right at Mary Margaret like it. While this chapter does not have erotic content, many of others do. It is included for the convenience of readers interested in the larger story. * I was about halfway back from my afternoon class at the engineering mall when the clouds burst. Heavy, round drops splattered on the sidewalk in front of me and I could hear them impacting, with surprisingly loud ‘tings,’ on the metallic surfaces of cars around me. A few seconds later, I felt the first wet chill of moisture spreading across my. I love this place I thought to myself. I pressed her her against the door and started rubbing her pussy as we kissed I knelt down and she but one leg on the chair that was in the room and I started licking all over her pussy and sucking on her clit. As I did I slipped a finger inside her and she started softly moaning. All of a sudden she straitened up and looking up at her she was trying to cover herself with her arms. I turned and saw that there were eyes looking thru the hole at us. I just. This message quickly turned into an exploration of her fantasy. Last week her master asked if she was ready to fulfill her slut fantasy.As a good slut there was only one answer for her master: "YES!"Heather pulled into the parking lot and then reached for the leather collar. She looked in the mirror as she put the collar on her neck and then she hooked the leash on to it. Her pussy was soaked and she suddenly felt dirty. She opened the door, removed the coat and walked across the parking.