Her fingers stop their dance upon her thigh, reaching for her purse; she finds her keys and fumbles at the lock on her desk drawer. Ahhhhhh! Yes! Open... sesame! Her drawer opens, she finds a finger vibrator, slipping it on, sneaking her hand lower, and flicking the red butterfly on with her thumb, placing the softly humming toy on her knee. Gently letting it circle. Her touch feather light, it dances up her inner thigh, she squirms in her chair. Whimpers barely audible, her fingers sneaking. . and that was what you call a french kiss. Ms. Niki: now i'm your first kiss ever baby and your first blow job. but I did exactly as she asked.. we kissed for a few minutes her tongue touched mine she played with my tongue moving hers around our saliva mixed together as she took of my t-shirt taking it off she was braless letting her breast fall outshe leaned closer to me held my with love and ran her fingers through my hair...Ms. Niki: do you like my titties baby.. would you like to tastes. You turned around on the piano stool, and our eyes met, both of us with eyes of green, your red hair tumbling around your shoulders in a way that always amazes me. “Marlene!” I spoke your name in a voice hoarse with arousal. You smiled, a smile that turned me into molten flesh as you stood up and our bodies flowed together. Our kiss was the personification of pure fire, as every neurone in my sensitive lips leapt into action sending tingling sensations shooting down through my abdomen. My pulse. Jennifer moved her hand lower, grabbing my balls, grinding them in the rough fabric. She then pulled up sharply on the ribbon Marilyn had tied tightly around the base of my cock to prevent me from coming to full orgasm. As the ribbon tightened and my cock rubbed against the grain of the lace, I could not help but let loose a small moan, which was returned with an icy stare from Marilyn. Jennifer brought her hand once more across my head where just the tiniest of a wet spot was growing and.