I have always been easy to make cum, but I am loving being about to do it all by myself. The smile on my face feels permanent, until I hear your knock...on the door."Oh God, you're here." Slowly I pull my fingers out and bring them to my lip, allowing my tongue to flick out tasting my juices. Building the courage, I stand up and steady myself. I can do this. I take a deep breath. Walking slowly to the door, I knew you would be able to hear my heels on the warm wooden boards, each step a. “Are you having fun, whore?” I nodded “yes.”“Do you like my cock?”“Yes, sir,”“Do you like my friends’ cocks?”“Yes Sir.”“Do you want me to call more friends over?”We all laughed for a moment as I told him “maybe not today.”“Do you want my friends to fuck you?”“Yes, sir.”Jay put me back on the floor on my knees, and they all stood over me.“Give me your hands,” Jay demanded. I extended my hands out, and he placed them on each of his roommates’ cocks.“Now, listen carefully, whore,” Jay began. “You. After that Karen passed out an outline of what to expect over the next 6 sessions. Karen started out explaining how important passion is in the bedroom and how it brings couples closer together and builds a stronger bond between them. She then had us show her how we kissed and said that passionate kisses play a very important role in making love. Then the next step she said was as a couple we had to learn about our body and our partners body. What feels good and what does not. Karen asked. The feeling grows, my lips soaked now, as I pull my panties to the side, exposing my swollen pussy as I rub more deliberately and get ready to cum. Then it happens... I hear the creak of the stairs as someone heads down. I know it must be him, as he attempts to be quiet but he doesn't yet know the secrets of the house, and which steps to avoid. I pause in my rubbing, knowing that I will cum in seconds if I continue. I keep my hand holding my panties to the side, listening and anticipating each.