I was going to masturbate and that was final. Those panties were waiting for me. I shoved my hands down my body to rub my pussy through my jeans and p...nties, my juices flowing. I moved to my bed, staring at my sisters’ dainty, delicate unmentionables. I licked my lips and... That box sat there on my desk. I could feel it. I threw a look at it over my shoulder. It was so mysterious. This text. This object. This was so crazy. Why would anyone send me this? It was like some sort of weird prank. . if I did take such a chance with you Ma'Lady? In the VERY near future I would say?" Bartand enquired.Pixie deliberated her choice of words again."I would not say no Bartand, and I would really like if you did take the chance... with me." Bartand nodded, he had been give the green light to go for it with her. He couldn't do it now, not with the assignment and the journey by horse. Perhaps he would take the chance at Lady Cornish's Castle, and even add strength to the deception of marriage. ”Candy tried to sit up a little more in the bed. “It’s not him so much as me. I can get very wild and I can’t think how to deal with it unless I just stop altogether, and then how would I know when to start again?”“This may be a daft question, but when you have an orgasm how do you breathe?”“I don’t know. Fast, I think. It’s not what I’m thinking about.”“Have a search on the web. I’m sure I’ve read somewhere about Tantric breathing but I’ve never checked it out. You might have some fun reading. Pardon? Jasmine gasped. Those were the last words she thought could possibly be said to her. Although her darkest, pun intended, fantasy was to be seduced and dommed by a student, particularly a black student, these were not desires she felt she remotely revealed in the classroom. No doubt, Bethanys long black legs in those amazingly shiny pantyhose caught her attention every game day, football season and now basketball season, but she didnt think anyone noticed her sly glances. Shes convinced.