The delicious sensations surged through my groin, almost paralyzing me. "Good girl," Mistress whispered. "You've been waiting for this for so long. Yo...'ve just been teased and teased and teased." She slowed her finger to an almost agonizing pace. My throbbing lips trembled and dripped as Mistress' finger pressed into them. She knew exactly how to touch me; exactly how to torment me the most. Her finger withdrew from my wet cunt with a slurp. I felt like I had just been deprived of oxygen. I was. I still get a big kick out of watching my old teacher, Mr. Citro, and wondering what he’d think if he knew it was me that his fingers were exploring.It was a shame the pictures and the movie all had to be made from behind the one-way glass twenty feet away. A few close ups and better sound would have made it perfect.There is sound. A speaker picked up the sounds from the other room so the camera picked up many of the crude comments the men made as their hands mauled my vulnerable body for. It had been very good and I was going to tell her that."Well, marks out of ten?" It was an eight, you lost marks for not swallowing it all." Next time it will be at least a nine."When I saw the look in her eye I believed her.We then spent the next half hour talking, mostly about her mother. This time it wasn't anything sexual, just what she was like as a person. When we did eventually get up it was lunch time."That was good, I am absolutely full. I never realised you were such a good cook?". Dominika pushed but Big Bill didn’t budge. Her face flushed with frustration as she tried to reach the door. Bill – that hulking leader of a South Texas motorcycle gang – just stood there with crossed arms. The rest of us, including me, stood back laughing.I almost felt guilty for setting Dominika up like this, but my pity was replaced by rage. I’d offered her up as a sacrificial lamb by inviting her to the party, never mind she dumped me two weeks ago without cause or explanation.?I don’t.