I had long ago as a young teenager discovered the joy of "edging" (as I find it's called here - I always just thought of it as erotic procrastination,...a perfect extension of my other personality traits) and so wasn't at all new to the joys of furtive, public self-stimulation. I'd stopped at the restroom and removed my tight undies, and the loose, commando feeling was very enjoyable and gave my unit maximum latitude for manual maneuvering. Except at work or giving class presentations, I always. "They hurt, but I'm really horny too." He reached up and let one of the disks he had removed snap onto each of the clamps, and the added weight, though slight, was enough to make me groan again. "That's confused, Master," he corrected mildly. "Yes, Master, of course, I'm very sorry," I babbled. He reached down with one hand and stroked up my pussy slit, and without thinking I thrust my pelvis forward so his finger bumped my stiff clit. "Aaahhhhh," I moaned as the tingle in my groin intensified. When she got in front of him, she smiled and placed her hands on his chest. Afraid she was going to cast a spell, Ron tried to pull away but could only manage a few inches. Still, Ginny didn't speak, just slid her hands a bit lower. When they reached his belt, and started to undo the buckle, he stepped up his efforts, but despite his gyrations she soon had the metal clasp undone and was working on the button underneath."Ginny, what in hell are you doing?" cried Ron, but it only came out as a. Her delicatehands moved with such grace as she stirred the coffee and placed the spoonon the saucer. I looked up at her and smiled but she gave no indication ofmentioning our intimate liaison, in what I had in the light of day drawn theconclusion was an orgy. 'Toast?' She asked. I simply nodded and watched her gracefully get a plateout of the cupboard above the kitchen work surface. Her buttocks were firmand round and stretched her panties to the point where she would be less revealedif she was.