You watch me whilst with one hand you play with your breast and the other you rub your pussy. Standing over you naked my cock is hard and rigid and th...obbing. You eye me and rub your clitoris - I take myself in my hand and stroke myself slowly to your rhythm... as I squeeze myself my pre-cum drips onto your belly. All that can be heard is our breathing and quiet moans. Your head tilts back as I straddle you and continue to stroke myself. I push my rigid cock down to rub it over your belly.... The other students all took their turn. Pete was in agony, but knew that he had to remain quiet. Eventually, the twenty two strokes by the students were over. Now only Mistress Abigail’s six strokes remained. She raised the cane and brought it down harder than any of the students had done. Pete’s bum was on fire. The pain was excruciating. Five more times the cane came down. Tears ran down Pete’s face, and he whimpered in agony.But now it was over. A series of red stripes where the cane had. " She told him. "This is a dream after all." Yeah." He acknowledged. "And a pretty weird one at that. That's why I stopped by."Meg look visibly hurt. "What's so strange about it?" She asked, looking around at the mostly empty coffee shop."Well, I've been in, like, a kajillion dreams, and I can't say that I've ever been in one with the dreamer so focused on making a latte. I mean, you can do anything in a dream. Why do something you do all the time?"Meg pouted. "Making coffee helps me relax.. I then felt someone grab my left ass cheek and squeeze it hard. I though it may have just been one of my friends fooling around. It was Darren, the man of my sexual fantasies had just grabbed my ass! I responded by grabbing his nipple, calling him "cheeky" and heading for the toilet. I had to wait for my erection to go down before I could pee. This wasn't easy as I couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened. Just as I was finishing up at the urinal Darren came up behind me, grabbed me.