I never felt such an incredible feeling. I moaned. Then I remembered I had to be very quiet. How could I not moan? Not being able to make any noise an... having my arms pinned down was driving me wild.As his tongue continued probing deep into my pussy I rocked my hips forward against his face. I wanted him to go deeper.He released my hands once more. I didn’t try to move them. I wanted them stretched to my side like I was being held captive. Both his hands surrounded my tits. He massaged them. " "I didn't ask you to." I turn and climb a couple of stairs before he's right behind me grabbing my arm and spinning me around. Even with the couple of steps of a difference his face is level with mine. "No, you didn't," his eyes are back to looking dangerous. "I wanted to," he says huskily. "You seem to want a lot," I say a bit more sharply than I intend to. "Damn right I do." He steps up so now I have to look up slightly. "Is that a problem?" "I..." my words are cut off as his mouth crushes. There were no flower curtains or other concessions to modesty. Jeanne, now barefoot, walked up to the bench and dipped her left hand in a low basin full of transparent gel. Slippery, thick and water-based, this was the most commonly used lubricant in the College. It had no smell and only a vague, indefinable taste, which was not particularly important now as Jeanne smeared a generous coating on the nozzle in her right hand. She was thinking of the day's classes as her hands did the customary. She was fuming; angry with herself for opening her legs to David, and more so at him in that he hadn't even acknowledged her gesture.Moving from one breast to the other, David kissed Susan's nipples, flicking his tongue against them as he did so. Susan squeeze her thighs tightly; she could feel her vagina moistening as her passion mounted in response to David's tongue teasing her nipples. Sensing the heightening of her arousal from the soft, purring noises she was making, David's hand moved.