She was denim clad, wearing a pair of exotic black leather riding boots, with the emphasis on leather. She would surely attract the attention of the l...rge throng of leather-lovers that turned out every Saturday night. One thing about her was that she was somewhat restless. Her eyes darted about the sanctuary and she would abruptly jump down from her barstool and make haste toward the ladies restroom. This happened at least four times. After an especially long absence she sidled back onto the. She lifted her leg over him and grasped his hard member. Thanks to Kurt's attentions, she was very wet. Sliding her wet panties to one side, she guided him into her warmth and lowered herself down. His erection slowly vanished into her until it disappeared and her buttocks rested on his upper thighs. She rubbed his lower belly forcing the skin upward; then moved her hands to his nipples squeezing and pulling on them. She grinned as he sucked in his breath.His hands reached up, peeled the. The shelving ran horizontally across the floor of the building, and once she had turned and gone down one of the aisles, she was no longer visible to anyone at the front. Perfect. She allowed herself one peek around the corner to make sure no one was headed her way, looking over the top of her glasses as she could hardly see anything through them. She took a long breath to steady herself. I really must be crazy, she thought, one last time. I could just tell Him I did what He told me... He'd. Certainly there must be some young things flashing their bare pussies at you in class just like I did. Time for me to match the competition.” “Competition?” I laughed. “You’re the most gorgeous thing within a thousand miles, and what you can do with your throat is beyond imagining.” “It’s not my throat we’re going to be using tonight, professor. It’s your tongue. I made my pussy bald so that you can have unrestricted access to all of its nooks and crannies.” And then, before I could even.