I smiled. Miss Sullivan and Mr. Fairburn were vigorously making out. Mr. Fairburn's hand slipped under her blouse and was clearly groping her budding ...reasts. I licked my lips, envious of Miss Sullivan. I loved Mr. Fairburn, and I always felt a little jealous when my Master was with another woman. I tried not to be, reminding myself that I was his slave not his lover."So I then added 9+16 and got 25," Miss Brentwood continued. "Then ... oh, my gosh! Mrs. Corra, they shouldn't be doing that.". You want to rub your clit to bring your orgasm but you want to wait, teasing yourself, enjoying the pleasure of your own body, your own pussy, but unlike before when you resisted for so long, now it’s not possible, gushing over your fingers and hand you want to feel the maximum pleasure. Your perky breasts and hard nipples rocking slowly in a circular motion, not bouncing rigorously as if you were riding a hard cock, but enough to arouse a pleasure that is sexual pleasurable, reminding you of. Or it could be a her if that was way the cookie crumbled. Either way was fine with me, she would always be my best friend forever. Then I stopped feeling sorry for him – or her – because Liz was such a nice person that whoever it turned out to be would be lucky to be with Liz. And I was pretty sure they would work out the bed problem quickly – and it would probably help being in a bigger bed like married people have.Liz moved around a bit and rolled onto her side with her back to me. Almost. Even if I already knew I liked girls better. Well, anyhow, the way you were acting that morning made me think of what it was like on the beach, being watched by guys." Uh-huh ... but you didn't know why I was checking out your butt, did you?" Not yet, but I was kinda wondering. So the next morning, I wore panties and a t-shirt -- but this time, I picked a littler shirt, one that didn't go down so far. And you were looking at my butt again!"Connie grinned sheepishly. "Oh, I'm sure I was..."So.