He felt her ease off and knew she was near. He waited to see if she would ask.“Master,” she breathed heavily, “May I please cum?”“No,” he ...eplied as he grabbed her hips and pressed her tightly to him. Next he rubbed her to him and he pressed himself up to meet her. “Don’t cum yet,” he ordered, “Not until I say so. Stop yourself.”“But how, Master? I can’t control it like that. Not when you do that,” she whined.Smiling he told her, “Think of other things. Breath deeply and focus your mind. I nodded."Alright, I'll tell it, but only if you touch yourself properly while I'm talking." He lowered his voice another notch so that even I had to strain to hear him. "Slide your panties to the side with one hand. Touch yourself with the other. Rub your clitty, but very softly. You don't speed up and don't slow down. Just pet that little kitty ever so gently."He moved around me on his little round, cushioned stool, momentarily shielding me from the other people's view, and billowed out the. The empty feeling, along with an internal sense of disquiet, kept breaking his concentration. The librarians kept walking past. Several times he caught them pausing to stare at him out of the corner of his eye.At first he was curious and then he became concerned. When one of security guards in uniform slowly strolled by with a sheet of paper in her hand, he started to panic. They — whoever "they" were — had found him. Jeremy dumped his reading program and wiped down the keys and shelf with his. I offered the young buck my hand. “I’m Charley.” He took my hand and kissed it instead of shaking it. “Pleasure to meet you Charley. I’m Gregg.”My heart fluttered, and I may have even blushed. “I hope the pleasure is mine.” Stephanie tugged at my other hand, pulling me away from Gregg. “Will you excuse us girls for a moment Gregg?” Gregg nodded and leaned back against the wall. “What do you think Charley?” “He is so…” “HOTTT!!!” we both said. We must have looked like a couple of school girls,.