I could tell she was getting close. Her pace had increased, and her breath was more rapid. Our eyes locked as I saw the need in her expression. The ne...d for her to cum. I redoubled my efforts to hold off my impending orgasm. She wasn’t helping any though. Her pace was almost frantic and I just couldn’t hold out. It turns out though that I didn’t have too. Her eyes slammed shut as the orgasm shot through her. She stopped bouncing on my lap and started grinding her clit into the base of my. Every one of us dropped in on first one then another. We talked about school and business and life.School. I pointed at Jason. "Have YOU talked with a counselor about getting your degree in engineering? It's important, you know, so we'll see where you end up in all of this."Jason looked a little sheepish. "I need to do that."I giggled. "Susan, he needs some guidance. Help him along." A little while later, Dan had to go to the bathroom, so I let him up. After a little longer than a bathroom. That one act sounded the death knell for this profession. The really top tier of women either got married and quit, or disappeared into society as consorts of sadhus / tantrics. The middle and bottom tier slowly degraded into cheap prostitution, and things came to the situation that exists as of today.I am telling you this because I want you to understand and appreciate what is going to happen next. I am descended from one of the top tier exponents of this art, and the only reason why I know. You tug at the belt and lift me from the pillow. With one hand gripping the belt, you tug me a little arching me back. Your other hand finds my hip and you grind into me. You grab my ass and slowly work your way around the curve of my cheek with the tips of your fingers. You rub me through my soaking wet g string, I am so turned on but I don’t dare make a sound. I am breathing heavy, held captive by the handcuffs and pulled taut on my leash. You pull me back again and your mouth comes close to.