.." Hanna started to say, but was cut off by her girlfriend's look."Look, Michelle," Joy said, "I don't have anything against you, but Hanna and I hav...e plans for the afternoon." I totally understand," Michelle said."Since Hanna obviously likes you, I'd invite you along but I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be into what we have in mind." You might be surprised," Michelle heard herself say, surprised at the words that spilled out of her mouth."Yeah right," Joy laughed.A moment passed, giving Joy a. I felt his other hand moving up my shirt and I didn't resist. I let him feel my breast just as long as he didn't take his fingers out of my pussy.“Cum. I want you to cum now.” He commanded.I don't know if it was his voice. I don't know if it was the situation. But I came. Right when he asked I came. My legs trembled. My body jerked. I felt the sensation of orgasm rock through my body and mind. Then I pulled my legs together and held his hand there.“Is this what you came to my class for? Are you. "Masculinity is ~so~ fragile." Heh. I laugh because honestly at that statement all i can do is laugh. If i get angry, protest, become involved, speak up about how degrading it feels to have women openly laugh at masculinity then i prove (as i'm sure this blog will eventually end up there, if so hello ladies) the statement right. But if i grin and bear it, not say a word and laugh at my brothers who do protest what i feel is the equivalent of blowing up feminism, then i only aid the problem. . I see you pulling at the restraint around your wrists, eyes begging me to undo it so you can reach forward and replace my own hand. You can undo it yourself, but you’re searching for permission.I carry on with what I’m doing and slowly peel my trousers and boxers down my thighs to my ankles and kick them off roughly towards the pile already left; we both moan when I run my fingers through my dripping pussy. I pull my fingers back out and push them into your mouth, your tongue running over my.