I run my hand up the creamy inside of her thigh to test how wet her torn panties have become inside her snatch. I pull her cunt lips apart to look clo...ely. It's wet but is it wet enough?I take a bottle of sparkling water from the shopping bag, open it and hold it to her lips."Still thirsty?" This is a rhetorical question. "Drink!"She takes three long swallows and stops. I put the bottle down and pick up two more pegs. I clips these on to a cunt lip, one on each side of her clit; her hips buck. Ophelia was sitting on the bed, about to put on her stockings. She pausedto watch me, and I knew that my next move was important to her. Theexpression of hopeful optimism tinged with nervous apprehension sent arush of compassion and love through me. Yes, she might be a pervert. Yes,she had been playing mind-games with me, but I wanted to make her happy.So I opened my top lingerie drawer and selected a padded bra. I held it upfor her inspection and asked her if she would mind helping me put it. She noticed my nervous expression. “Don’t worry, I’ve got a key.”The other three all got fitted into their devices. In the end none of us were really up to the size needed to make the metal tube work. The blonde girl stood there shaking her head. “Oh, well what can you do? Lucky we brought some small ones. Is this going to do do you think?”The coloured girl stared at the four of us standing in a line. “You can’t really see them properly can you? I mean part of the problem is this lot aren’t. " "Yes, Mrs. Garrity, same time." I replied as I smiled back sheepishly, almost embarrassed of my new obsession. "Do me a favor, after school I am Carolyn. During school hours its still Mrs. Garrity but after, its Carolyn. OK?" she asked still smiling with a bit of a twinkle in her eye. "Sure... um... Carolyn, I will see you tomorrow. " I turned around to leave and you know that feeling that eyes are staring at you even if you can't see them. Well, it felt like that as I walked.