But he wanted to take his time, savor the view of her in the various outfits he had chosen after Miranda's parents had told him her measurements...pos...ng happily for him, before he claimed her as his own. Miranda came out in the first outfit, a long one-piece golden dress with straps which tied it at the back, and a golden sash wrapped around her torso, just under her breastline. She had on thigh-high black come-fuck-me boots, the heels of which added an extra four inches to her height, making. To my vast entertainment, I found an impressive selection of erotica and maliciously pulled Pauline Beange’s “The Story of O” from the shelf. Randomly I opened the book and began to read aloud. I was about half way through the paragraph when Tiffany interrupted and finished the final few sentences herself, her clear voice reflecting her smirk of satisfaction.My irritation grew as I stood there, stunned. I was astonished at what she had just done. I wanted to dismiss it as a cheap parlour trick. All the while we maintained strict eye contact. My buckle didn’t quite make it past my ankles when I felt her fingers prying the edge of my cotton panties aside, as she buried her tongue in me. Oh my God! No dancing around, just so deep. I can’t remember ever being so turned on. She lapped at me with the full width of her thick, flat tongue. She coated all of my pussy with her mouth, taking in my scent with all of her wits, eyes tightly shut. She worked like a professional, digging her hot. ‘Kiara, where are you?’ Mrs. Silverman was asking. ‘Two minutes until you’re back on, hurry please.’ ‘Okay Mrs. Silverman, just finishing up.’ was her reply, and she got up, washed her hands and left the bathroom. Soon, she re-entered the class, and she noticed only two people were absent, the goth girl she had spotted earlier, and her sister. The possibility of masturbating next to her sister made her horny all over again, and she felt her nipples harden at the prospect. Either way, she had.