Because she knew that deep down, she needed what only I could give her.And she tasted incredible. Her tight little cunt was so wet on my mouth, so hot.... Her juices flowing like Niagara Falls, clearly being stored up by never being properly seen to in her life. Or at least until last night in the sauna."Lick me, oh yes, right there, don't stop," she moaned. Her cute high-pitched voice sounding so incredibly sexual. I couldn't wait until it was saying the filthiest things imaginable. I knew I was. "Is there any after-hours therapy that goes on here?" he asked."After-hours?" Yeah. Y'know, like, taking patients out of bed, after lights out, and -- giving them -- uh -- therapy, at night?" What are you talkin' about?" Ophelia asked. She seemed genuinely perplexed. Paul concluded that Ophelia either knew nothing about his late-night visitor, or was too good an actress to give away what she knew.He said no more.But Ophelia didn't just let it lie there. "What do you mean, 'therapy at night'?". I immediately felt attracted to him, despite his age. Not really into the boys in my grade, I usually fantasized about older men. After he covered his class syllabus, he walked over and retrieved the paddle from the wall, swooshing it in the air as he walked. Now, I saw the purpose of the holes. A whooshing noise sounded as he swung the paddle. The effect on my body was immediate - heart racing, tummy tingling, bottom clenching. “This is the board of education,” he said smiling. I will remove. My heart was racing, and it seemed like Lauren was a little nervous too. “Yeah... It does...”She never once broke eye contact, though, but began to rub higher to my thighs now. “Does it feel... nice?”The sensation that courses through the nerves in my thigh as her strong hands massaging me there was undeniably erotic, and I was unable to stop myself as I let out a soft moan.“That says enough.” Lauren giggled, and her hand continued drifting upward.“Lauren?” I asked as she finally reached my.