“You can’t be drinking wine.” She laughed as she drank down the last bit.“My dad always lets me have a glass now and then,” she said.I went...on to explain to her that she couldn’t drink here and after a few moments of bantering back and forth told her lets get on with the massage. I handed her a large massage towel and told her to change while I set up the table. She went down the hall and into the bathroom. While she was in there, I set up the table and noticed one of the legs was not. Lisa reached down grabbing my very erect penis and squeezed and jerked it off like she could milk me of every drop of semen while my middle finger slipped around in pools of wetness she was raining down upon my very occupied fingers from her pussy. I stood up and leaned back against the desk. Lisa attacked my penis with her mouth seeming to almost devour it in her lustful hunger. She brought droplets of my semen to the surface and danced upon them with her experienced tongue. She used the. So I curl the fingers that are inside, and rub up against the interior of her vagina, pressing fairly hard there. Her eyes popped open and I got a desperate smile. So I stroke the fingers in and out harder as I continue to rub the top inside. And the pace on her clit picked up as well. Without warning her legs started to shake.The shaking subsided after a bit. She opened her eyes that were still a bit unfocused and said, "I really want you to fuck me now, but I can’t. But let me do something. At least, she reasoned, she only had one week of this ordeal and these clothes, with which she had dressed herself so awkwardly, could return to the museum from which they had surely been taken.No one spoke to Wendy on the bus, although all eyes were on her, as she sat alone and self-consciously by the window, aware of the bemused stares she attracted from pedestrians, naked unlike her, who gawped at her as the bus sped by. And when she at last arrived at St. Karen's High School and she could.