It's so hard... throbbing and twitching.. desperate for your touch...I slowly wank it in front of you, letting you see how you make me throb. I see th...e look in your eyes as you move to devour it and you lunge forward with your mouth open, ready to take me into you... I stop you agonisingly close... holding you from it... "slowly" i say...This just makes you want it more and I see that you start fingering yourself... Squatting down, spreading your pussy wide... You've been waiting for this and. But then I felt a rough spot at the top of my pussy, which gave me some pleasure. So I started hitting that spot with every stroke. LO and BEHOLD! I was in a completely different world. The pussy rubbing was nothing compared to this.This I could not stop myself from doing. It felt so fucking good. I completely lost myself in that moment. Nothing mattered anymore, not the exam, not Aman, not the invigilator.I was just enjoying that awesome fingering. I was literally wincing, biting my lip. My. In addition, the two women who died arranged for three people to be kidnapped and brought on board. For nearly three weeks now, these three people have been conditioned so that they would be compulsive sex addicts. The two dead women were making arrangements to sell them to brothels. Working there would satisfy their addiction until it drove them crazy. Even then, there would be no escape." The crew members all looked at her in disbelief. "The only thing in your favor is that none of you were. The rest of us could go for the day. Groans and happy sighs alike, people got up to leave the tables, leaving me, Sam (great), Tracy (even better) and Maureen nursing our still-hot drinks.As we chatted, we pulled our chairs all around one table, and the conversation hushed a little. I excused myself to go to the toilets.As I stood at the urinal, I thought to myself that it was a shame we would be leaving here today. I enjoyed chatting with the girls, and quite honestly, would have enjoyed.