I had just started running the pen over the jeans on my pussy when the blonde guy from last class sauntered in and sat right next to me, even though m...st of the seats were still open. I immediately tensed up, still needing a release but stuck with him next to me. I tried to ignore him and casually move my hand away from my crotch, But before I really even got anywhere, he leaned over and grabbed the pen, still dangerously close to my pussy, and said, “So I lost your last pen. Mind if I use this. She was a quick study, I'd give her that. Yum. Speaking of "study", I couldn't wait to open her like some fresh novel, to study her every detail, and learn her well. As I awaited, my memories soon returned to my first experience of her, that mutual masturbation exercise that sent us both over the top with excitement. My cock was throbbing and I couldn't help but reach down and stroke it, message it, as I pictured her standing in the kitchen watching me pleasure myself on that first intimate. His sister sat down with us, eating some chips. The other girl sat next to Alex and they began making our a bit. Alex reached up her skirt, pulled her panties down, and went between her legs missionary style. The girl seemed elsewhere, she would moan with every thrust Alex gave her, but she didn't do much else, just lay there with her legs open. Her moans were really loud, it even sounded like she was in pain. But she kept taking it. Her moaning is something I remember to this day. It was. "Hello? Are you there? Barbara, speak to me!" Yes, Mistress Cheryl, I'm here." Barbara began weeping. She had no idea why she became so weak when confronted by this younger woman who was once one of her best friends. This girl, who wasn't satisfied with forcing her to perform the most vile and humiliating sexual acts, was now demanding more. More, perhaps, than Barbara could give."Has John told you about my move?" Yes, Mistress Cheryl. He told me what you planned to do, but he didn't give me.