"No, please don't stop now," I beg him. "I need you to keep going."Mike nods and gives the chain a small tug. The sensation in my nipples does distrac... me. I almost don't realize that he has thrust forward more. The pain now recedes and is replaced by a new sensation. One of fullness and a new arousal I can't describe. With each inch he slowly fills and stretches my ass. My mind is on fire with need and desire. My hands grab at his hips and pull him further into me.With a grunt, he pushes all. I realised he didn’t want to release me, fearing I would still get up and leave. But my stare never wavered and with a slight nod of his head he gentle untied my wrists followed my my ankles. I didn’t speak as I rubbed the tender skin on my arms and he watched me anxiously. I sat up slowly and as my face became level with his, I ran my fingers across his whiskers and brought his mouth to mine. He moaned in relief as I pulled him on top of me, my arms wrapped around his neck. I poured. I had been wide awake for most of Mom's rubbing. And hard as a rock, though she never touched my cock or balls. I savored the wetness on my leg, remembering countless hours in sundry cunts since high school. I'm no eunuch; I admitted to myself that I wanted to roll over, shove my meat into Mom, so hard, so deep that it would come out her other side.But I just couldn't. I've already told you why and there's no sense in repeating it. I listened to her soft breathing as she quickly fell asleep.. To make sure i opened my legs a little and his eyes practically popped out his head. to tease him further i slide down in my seat to make my skirt ride up. as i am at the front of the class no one except mr baxter can see what im doing so i put my hand on my pussy and move my thong out of the way. i rub a little and squeeze on my clit. i pretend to be engrossed in my reading but really i am watching his every move. he is staring and staring. i stand up and walk to the front of the class and ask.