I hadn’t realised how wet I was: normally I’d need to play with myself for a while to get my juices flowing, but now it had just happened. It was ...asy to slip a second finger inside and exciting to feel how wet my palm was getting as the juices ran out over it.I curved my fingers up and pressed them against my soft spot, breathing in sharply as I felt myself shiver delightfully. With my other hand, I rubbed up and down over my clitoris, small and hard and half hidden in its nest of pink flesh.. ''Trek de witte jas aan en kom maar mee.'Ik trek de witte jas aan en volg haar naar een andere ruimte. Dit iskennelijk de bureauruimte van de professor. Het is er gezellig en warm.De professor zit achter zijn bureau en de vrouw wijst op eendriezitsbank en zegt: 'ga daar maar zitten, de koffie komt zo.'Ik ga op de bank zitten, maar dat valt nog niet mee. Ik zak er vrijdiep in weg en wil mijn benen over elkaar heen slaan. Maar het jasje isvrij kort en laat nu een groot deel van mijn benen vrij.. He grabbed a toy that had a long hand with a rubber ball on one end of it with a power lead coming out of the other and he then grabbed some extra rope and a thin stranded whip and he walked back in to the room and he pulled the dildo's out of the girls pussies and he slid them into the girls asses and the grabbed the rope and tied it round the girls hips tieing them tight together and then he grabbed the new toy and slid it between their legs and pressed the round balltight against their. It hurts, but in a good way. I’ve certainly never minded that kind of pain. Already I can feel wetness flooding between my legs. Under normal circumstances, maybe I’d spend more time on my tits. But I’m being impatient tonight. Bring sure not to move too much to arouse suspicion, I slowly push my sweatpants down my legs, until they’re around my ankles. I can’t see my panties, as I’m still covered with the blanket, but I know there’s a spreading wet spot on the front. Over my panties, I rub.