I appreciated now that she was not short, she was petite. She was not plain, but next-door-girl pretty. Although it’s a corny line, I felt that thi... could be the start of a beautiful relationship!However I could tell that Ann was preoccupied and I assumed that she was conscious of the fact that her parents would be home soon and wanted to make sure I was out of the house before then. As we strolled to the front door I asked Ann if I could see her again that evening. She paused, her hand on. When the next guy’s turn comes, he steps up ready to explode.”“So, it’s a team sport.” This time he laughed. “At least a group activity. I take it your date is in there with the wankers.”“I don’t have a date, but my husband is in there salivating.”“So he’s just a disinterested bystander.”“That’s what he’ll claim, but if I asked him to take me back to one of the private rooms, he’d stall for forty-five minutes, at least.”“Recovery time?”“Takes longer than he used to, and it’ll be a weak second. Thankfully he couldn’t smell me or chose to ignore my olfactory invitation and plea for male help.“The HM told me to stand. I signed the logbook, and was given a hall pass to return to class.“As I reflected on the lack of a WOW factor from the HM’s spanking, I noted that my skirt covered me so no one was seeing my bare bottom, and I wasn’t getting feelings of shame. My panties were not around my ankles constantly reminding me my bottom was bare and sticking up in the air. The HM used a paddle. Your soft lips, your wonderful body, your hot skin, your magical touch. I think about the times we've shared. Thoughts swirl through my mind. My hands can't stop now. I need you.My fingers slide down from my clit into my wetness. I play with my soft swollen lips, stroking them gently, feeling my arousal. I spread my thighs and slide one finger inside. God. . . . Slow then quick, teasing myself as my arousal builds. My other hand drops from my breast and moves down my tummy to my clit. I circle.