I can't trust anyone, (especially a pretty girl like you) who doesn't masturbate. ------ Who is this lady? ------ You, the naughty, little girl that y...u are, will use this toy in your pussy tonight. ------ I've never used a toy, before. At least, I don't think I have. ------ Check your email. ------ Stacy, confused, pulls her laptop onto her bed. Sure enough, there's a message waiting for her from 'MissCara': ------ Stacy, What a pleasure it was meeting you today. I can understand why Becca. From here on, Naomi’s body language changed. She leant forward over her desk. I had to stop myself from getting lost in the cleavage valley again. She started to play with her hair, and her eyes started to twinkle like there was a raging fire behind them.“Oh” was all she said.Next was the longest pause.Finally Naomi broke the silence, “Well, I had better let you get back to work, I don’t want you staying here all night!” She smiled a wicked grin, and her eyes told me a different story… What had. Vanishree’s eyes explored her tutor’s nudity; her shining strong thighs, long sleek legs, her flat stomach and her naval. If eyes were mouths, Vanishree was eating Mrs. Ashima. “What are we going to do?” Mrs. Ashima sounded very delicate.Vanishree began stripping, moving her body gently and removing her clothes one after another. Mrs. Ashima watched with gasps as her young student revealed her sexy body for her to see. She was amazed to see the erect nipples on the tiny breasts while her eyes. I was acutely aware that this time the hands were masculine, the feminine one being tightly held in mine. It was not long before my bra and panties were skilfully removed and I stood there completely naked, scrutinized by two pairs of eyes. It is a truly exquisite feeling knowing that you are being looked at with desire and lust. I was guided to sit on the edge of the bed, and listened to what I assumed was the sound of the man undressing. A hand gently took the back of my head and pulled me.