" But... like... you wanted to, didn't you? And you did it before with someone else?" That doesn't count... he raped me... and so did you... sort of."...But darling... " Damn. How was I going to get her back to the house again? She was the most beautiful, sexiest girl in the school. "I'm sorry, Ann... I thought you wanted to? Come study with me tonight and I promise that I won't try anything... please?" My promise was predicated on my expectation that my schoolmate had enjoyed our lovemaking. Moving her hands between our legs, my pussy began to throb, desperately wanting to suck on those soft fingertips. But instead, I heard her juicy cunt accept her own fingers. She was masturbating on my pussy! I gasped in pleasure as I heard the sounds of my lovers touching themselves. How had they known? Why can’t I see her? All these things rushed in my head and out again as fast as I just began to enjoy the mysteriousness of this setup. Her breath started to shorten as she pushed her wet. Jazzy heard the cab toot out front so she grabbed her small handbag and headed out.It was a Friday night and the traffic was heavy at times but it gave her time to think. Jazzy could almost feel his hands on her and she wanted nothing more than to rub her clit and finger fuck herself until she came but she was in public in the back seat of a cab. I wonder if he is into my kink, as she stared at the back of his head. As if her hand had a mind of its own, it slid under her dress until she was. I’ve messed the floor Master. I am sorry. Was that really me? Did I make that pool of cum on the floor? I need the toilet Master. Please may I go to the toilet? Please Master? I can’t go on; I need to use the bathroom. Please don’t Master. Please don’t put your fingers in me. I know I’m your pet, your star pupil, your little schoolgirl Cum Girl. I know I said I needed you, that I want you, that I want you to take me home, that I want you to fuck me and that I want you to relieve me.