Good girl.“Then get on the bed, and get that ass you want fucked up in the air”I decided to first take in the sight. Stacey was on the bed, on her...knees with her ass up in the air, and her head resting on the mattress. Displayed for my pleasure was Stacey’s sex, on display between the spread of her legs. As I gazed at her from the side, I grabbed an lube-infused syringe from the goody bag. Stacey’s breasts rested gently on the mattress, her face looking at me in anticipation.I used my own mouth. The headmaster was standing quite calmly to one side, for all the world as though he had just asked a pupil to answer a rather difficult question, except for the cane, which he was now holding in both hands, alternately bending it almost double and straightening it again. A small, disconnected part of Priscilla's brain was again astonished by its flexibility. The room was silent for a few moments, except for Anna's heavy breathing. She was looking down in dismay, realizing only too clearly that. ”Admittedly, she did. She remembered back to her undergrad days, when she fought tooth and nail to be the best psych major there was, so she could have this assistanship. “I do understand, Chris. I remember worrying about it as much as you are now. But there isn’t ANYTHING you can do to relax?”“Hell, I can’t even masturbate to relax anymore!” Chris blurted out. Almost immediately Chris realized what he had said. He blushed a deep shade of crimson. “Um… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that…. ?" she started, and then stopped in embarrassment."Am I what?" he asked, breathing irregularly."Ready to come?" she mumbled.Slowly, he nodded. "So close, you don't want to touch it. Believe me, Elle."Quickly, she withdrew her fingertips. "You're not gonna do it on me are you?" The concept, even the question, made her insides expand and shrink simultaneously. Traitorously, her nipples hardened into painful little fingertips, which, of course, Tommy noticed."Stop it," she said, self-consciously.