As I was kissing and licking closer to her pussy, her hips were moving to meet me and as she did this, I backed away a little causing a whimper of fru...tration each time. My other hand was busy, gently running up and down her outer lips spreading them a little and moistening her with her own juices.She tried to put her hand on the back of my head to pull me closer, but I just pushed back against it and away from her. When she released the pressure I did three things at once, my right hand. I had everyone else in this room in my English class last year, so I know them all, and they know me. You're not the first person to mistake me for a student. I think you'll enjoy this class, but probably not as much as you enjoyed last Saturday night. I saw the video, probably about twelve times. It was remarkable. We have some real talent in this class."The rest of the morning was a blur for Steve. He had to leave Gwen after English class to go to his math class. Gwen's schedule called for. “It's fine.” She pressed against me, her breastplate hard against my shoulders. “Tell me what's wrong.”“Nothing is, my Queen.”“Nothing?” Her voice went chill, tight. “Nothing? I gave you a command and you lie to me?”“I...I didn't lie,” I protested, my stomach squirming and my cheeks reddening.“Another lie.” Her hand slid around my body and shoved into my robe. I gasped when she found my nipple and pinched and twisted it so hard. The pain shot through me, making my knees quiver and my pussy. She returned the smile, the full white-toothed one that she held back from the jocks. “Yup—one beer, compliments of the house.” She was handing over the bottle when he grabbed her arm, fingers sliding around her wrist, gripping tight. Instinctively she made to yank back her hand, but he held on, pulling her across the bar counter towards him. “The things I’d do to you…” The moment to whack his grinning face came—and went, as that blue-eyed gaze drilled into her, smile fading into a look both.