I had no worries about the teacher seeing me cause there was privacy wall in front of me about breast high for me, even higher then that cause I was s...ouching in my seat.I couldn’t really move my arm or hand because that would be to obvious so I placed my index finger right on top of my clit and proceeded to pat it. Each pat would send shocks of pleasure starting at my clit the shock would shot through my pussy and from there it would travel to my nipples, making them hard and sensitive. My. Her glass was almost empty, so I put down my glass and approached her."Pardon me, Cat, but would you like a refill?"The lady looked over at me, then spoke softly enough that only I could hear, "Oh help, help, there's a pirate after me." Then she gained volume and asked me, "Why, yes, Mister Beard, do you think you could find me a nice red wine?"I went along with the gag, "Oh no, wouldn't you prefer some punch?" I then whispered to her, "It hides the taste of the drugs so much better."She. Then, she walks in. Yea, the her I've been talking about. Auburn hair down to her shoulders. Grey/green eyes. Trim figure but not bony. Perky tits. Oh yea, she was all that and a bag of chips. She walks right up to me and sticks her hand down my shirt and starts playing with my nipples. Oooh sweet Jesus. I was rock hard instantly. She keeps cooing in my ear and playing with my nipples begging me to buy her a drink. What can I do? I mean, the nipple treatment is driving me wild. So I buy her a. I walked out of the shop, unsure what had just happened. I looked at the crystal scorpion amulet I'd purchased, using up the last of my Euros. The proprietor's broken English had confused me, but he seemed earnest enough to be genuine. At least, that's what I told myself so I wouldn't feel ripped off.I figured even if it wasn't really a charm that'd give me better luck with women (and what were the chances of that?), it was a very pretty trinket - a worthwhile souvenir of my time in Africa, as.