She trailed her finger down from my neck and around my nipple. She then brushed her fingernail over my nipple lightly. I let out a moan, and she laugh...d. She continued tracing down my body to my belly button and then my pussy, running a finger over the sensitive lips, teasing me, and loving the effect it had on me. I whimpered and squirmed around, trying desperately to get her finger to brush against my clit or go in my pussy. She knew that trick all to well, and she pulled her hand away. A. “Just checking you aren’t all going to outdrink the Germans and trash this place,” he said to the group at large.“That’s my job, to make sure they don’t,” Christina’s buxom teacher assured.“No, it’s not, you threw this party,” the blonde reminded her, giggling.“And I’ve a feeling you could teach this lot a thing or two about partying.” The students, Christina included, found Josh’s remark massively funny. Teacher Amanda shot him a wry look like he’d hit on some dangerous truth.“Josh is head. "You know, I was wrong. I am easy." She headed toward the bar. "Whatever it is, I just go along with it." She stopped short, perhaps feeling the effects of the drinks she'd already downed -- or maybe it was just those high heels. "You know why I was out there in the first place?" She turned sharply on one heel and started off in the opposite direction. "My stupid boss found out that the centerpiece for the head table was twenty bucks cheaper if we rented it from this other place," she reversed. Suddenly, I knew what I had to do."Cunt, get your slutty ass up and help me get him to bed in the guest room. I'll be claiming you, my woman, in your own conjugal bed with you tonight. Now get up you worthless slut and do as you are told," I said commanded sharply."Yes, Sir," Marie replied.Jim moaned a little but he did not wake up as I lifted him up and carried him slumped over my shoulder to the guest room."Get him tucked in and then change the sheets on your bed," I ordered her."But I.