Please just do it for me. He told me softly. I opened my legs and started rubbing my pussy. He was sitting on the toilet cover watching me, his eyes r...nning up and down my body. I had started to really get into it and started to moan quietly. I saw him pull down his boxers and start stroking his cock as I rubbed my pussy. I watched him stroke himself and it started to get me really hot. I put my head back and increased speed which increased my breathing and wetness. I almost screamed when I. It is all I can do not to reach in between my legs and touch my pussy. But if I do this I know I will get into trouble so I just stay there and wait. I can hear you behind me undoing your pants and letting them slide to the floor. The thought of your tight boxer briefs over your hard erection makes my pussy get even wetter, You slide them off and let them fall to the floor as I feel you put one hand on each ass cheek and squeeze. This sends tingles all over my, body and my nipples get hard all. I wrapped the sheet tightly around me, hugging it to my breasts and walked down the carpeted hallway, rough and tingly to my bare feet. I needed to pee, but that could wait. I was sore and tired and my head hurt from the buzzing. That had to stop. Everything else could wait."Shit!" I banged my toes on my purse hard, kicking it three feet down the hallway. It was a light, leather thing with a heavy, metal thing inside. It hurt and I frowned at it for a second, pressing my left foot down on my. Justin wasn’t a dweeb. He wasn’t a dork. He wasn’t a pervert. He was my Master. And anyone who thought that was wrong could go fuck themselves.Justin SampsonTwo hours after PE ended, and my time-stopping powers were still building back up. I had trouble gauging exactly how much “energy,” for lack of a better term, I needed to freeze it again. I just knew I wasn’t full yet. I had no idea how long it would take before I could do it again. I sighed, the last two periods—math with Mr. Viên Lê, held.