She was literally crying for me to put something into her pussy, be it my finger or my cock. I was having so much fun edging her, bring her close to o...gasm and not letting her cum.I told her I still wasn’t going to fuck her yet. Once again, I moved my fingers around her pussy lips and pushed my index finger into her hole extremely slowly.It was so wet! I really wanted to fuck her now but decided to play with her for some more time. As I pushed deeper into her pussy with my finger, I began. It was stimulating.The thing was the conversation wasn't the only thing that was stimulating. From the moment Susan had seen Diana's eyes on her legs getting out of the cab at the restaurant she had been confused. Confused and excited. The longer the evening had gone on the more she had realized that Diana was looking at her, perhaps not as a man looks at woman, but something even more intimate. And oh, so much more exciting.They had walked from the restaurant to the bistro. The jazz they had. I could not hold back the waves of pleasure coursing through me and wanted to beg him for more, but I also knew that this was not yet part of the game we were embarking on. He stepped backwards, indicating to the other male to move in front of me. "This is John, I will tell you how I want you to pleasure him, but you must give him no more than I allow. Do you understand?" We both nodded, and I looked deep into John's eyes, I could see no malice there, only barely concealed excitement. I. His other hand brushed along her back, moving further down, until he gently squeezed her butt. Carolyn gasped, feeling his hand even over the material of her skirt. He ushered her over to the small bed, and she felt her hands being pulled over her head, felt ties come around them, silky ties, that secured her to the headboard. She wondered what sort of ties they were, but since she couldn’t see, it was a futile point. “I’ve dreamed of doing something like this to you for so long, Professor.