What would be the point of making her exhausted and sweaty if he didn’t get a chance to see her? Amaya knew she should be outraged but all she could...really feel was flattered. That, and exhausted.“Are we done?” Amaya said. She could barely speak she was gasping so hard.“One last trip,” Wesley said. He chuckled when she groaned. “Fear not, Amaya. You are doing amazingly well. All you need to go now is back to your dorm and around to the back entrance. Good luck.”Wesley hung up and Amaya snapped. He felt her ease off and knew she was near. He waited to see if she would ask.“Master,” she breathed heavily, “May I please cum?”“No,” he replied as he grabbed her hips and pressed her tightly to him. Next he rubbed her to him and he pressed himself up to meet her. “Don’t cum yet,” he ordered, “Not until I say so. Stop yourself.”“But how, Master? I can’t control it like that. Not when you do that,” she whined.Smiling he told her, “Think of other things. Breath deeply and focus your mind. The blood had run down her breasts, down her stomach and thighs and even down her legs. But I think it mostly stopped after about 10 minutes or so. Her blouse was stained, and so was her skirt. But that just made her look better i thought. By this time she was breathing again too. Sobbing and her body quivered pleasantly. I looked at the plate and thought something was missing.I rubbed my aching clit softly, petting myself while I thought about it. I had cut Brittany Spears' nipples off!! God!. After the class over until next teacher came to class I had talking to her and know her bio data and invited her to my gang then at interval I introduced her to all my fellow friends and soon she was the one in my friends. One day I was practicing for the basketball match. Then my coach has came and handover Haru to me. He said that I have to train her for a friendly match with boys & girls of our school so I have given her ball and said to throw but she has not know how to use the so I went.