“You’re gonna get it now, bitch.” He pushed me over so my hands were resting against the wall, and quickly pushed into my wet, soaking pussy, hi... nine inches filling me up quickly, and all I could do was cry out. He grabbed a hold of my hair and began to pound in to me, his balls slapping against me hard each time he pushed back in. He felt so good in my tight little cunt, it was amazing. Shouting out how much I needed him, how I needed his cum in me, but all he did was grunt and slap my ass,. I smiled and said that's better. Now it was time to do a little self-bondage. I pulled two bundles of rope from my bag of goodies along with a ball gag and leather collar then headed for the family room. Our family room was added on to the house and it had two-finished columns in it, one towards each end of the room. I put the collar around my neck and once I had the ball gag in place I stood with my back against one of the columns. I picked up one of the ropes uncoiled it and started binding. My senses are becoming dulled, and I feel very passive and accepting. And yet, paradoxically, it seems as if I can feel every single nerve ending in my body, and every one of them is electrically-charged. My nipples stiffen. My pussy, especially, feels warm, wet, alive. I want to touch myself, or have someone else touch me. I want someone’s fingers in me. Anyone’s.By the time we’ve taken a few more drags on the pipe, I want to fuck more than I ever have in my life. My pussy is dripping. She winks at me. I nod at her. I stand to leave but I don't get very far. As soon as I stand she attacks me. She pushes me up against the wall. Her lips mash to mine. I feel the gaze of everyone in the class. It takes me a minute, but I finally begin to return her passionate kisses. Her tongue is in my mouth and we play. The teacher, Mrs. K, says something but I can't comprehend it. My hands begin to roam under her shirt and I push off from the wall and I push her onto the desk. She's sitting.