Taking the shower head in her hands she unlatched it and held it to her body rinsing off the soap. All she could think about was how she wished he was...there with her, right then and there, taking her in the shower. She spread her thighs, letting the pulsating water skitter along each leg. Opening herself more she pressed the gushing stream to her wanton pussy. The water pushed aside her swollen lips, hitting her opening, it felt so good. She rubbed the wand back and forth along her slit. She. “Then wait for the surprise. You might hate it at first, but I’m sure you’ll quickly come around and get to enjoy it.” That sounded ominous. And exciting. “Okay,” I whispered and gave her a peck on her lips. “Can we snuggle a bit, though?” “Don’t we already,” she teased me. “On the bed,” I insisted with mock indignation. “Like proper girlfriends.” “Let’s take a small nap,” she agreed, “I can use one, now that my nerves are finally settling down.” ** Anne wouldn’t tell me what she had planned. No, what caught my attention were the girls. Eight girls, sitting on sofas, reclining against pillows, lying on the floor... ... all dressed in white, diaphanous, flowing nylon and lace nightgowns."What's going on here, girls?" I repeated, concerned."What's the matter, Mr. Michaels?" asked Janice, one of my best students. She got up and walked towards me, her nightgown gently clinging to her bosoms and outlining her slender legs. "Don't you think we're beautiful?" That's not the question," I. Her breathing became heavy and she seemed like she was about to come. So I slowed myself and took out my finger. She had reached the point of no return. She had to cum. So she put her fingers in her pussy and masturbated. I was shocked to see her so desperate and hence couldn’t cash in that opportunity.Her breathing and volume had grown louder. So I got up and closed the door. She was moving her hips and chest. She had not completed her orgasm yet and I knew she would like some assistance.