Andrea leaned in and remembering what she had liked about her own experiences started to kiss her teachers thigh just above the stocking top. Slowly a...d gently she kissed her way the short distance to the cum filled pussy gaping open before her framed by Miss McDougalls red thatch. The sixth form girl placed a light kiss upon the swollen clit displayed before her before raising her head to look up at her teacher with a quizzical look in her eyes."Very good so far Andrea," she responded "please. Desire murmured. Using her thumbs, Melissa applied more pressure, and firmly massaged her lover’s muscles, feeling them yield to her touch.Melissa pressed her lips to the crease twixt calf and thigh, licking and kissing it with the utmost tenderness, the scent of Desire’s skin intoxicating her. Melissa’s hands began to run the length of Desire’s thighs, first on the outside and then to the inside. She could feel Desire trembling in anticipation of what was to come. She did this slowly for her. He grabs your hair, looking you in the eye, he tells you to say it. You say "can I please cum" he replys "no, say what I told you" your mind is racing, what the fuck did he tell me. He has only said one word that was distinctly meant for you, but you forgot what it was. He is teasing your clit and pussy with the wand. You tell him you are going to cum and he pulls your clit string telling you to say it, not being able to remember anything. Your clit and pussy are so full, you cant hold it. Individual memories were arranged onto branches, like those of a tree, grouped together by locations, or sometimes by the participants involved. The pathways linking them all had been made up of various pastel shades, with red for anger, green for jealousy, yellow for fear; the spectrum of colours and corresponding emotions was subtle and extensive.However, the assassin’s mind was something entirely different. It was cold, ugly and unnatural, with row after row of neat, orderly rectangles.