I apologise. It’s just that when you’re stood there and I’m at the front of the class, all I can think about is what it would be like to kiss yo...ur lips. I’ve thought about this a lot lately. I imagine it starting slow, sensual and hesitant but I know that it would quickly become animalistic, fast and would, naturally, lead to you stripping off all of my clothes. I can feel electrical jolts zinging towards my pussy as I write you this letter. I can feel the familiar trickle of arousal on my leg. This technology has allowed me to, for lack of a better term, 'turn off" the slave's orgasms. It was almost nine months ago that I told the slave it was forbidden to cum, and since that time, no matter how hard it has tried, the slave hasn't been able to achieve even a single, momentary orgasm. I can't explain all the details of this new control method, but perhaps the clinic's director could if you're interested."At any rate, since this slave will belong to someone else by evening's end, I. I began petting her too. Her tone changed as she related how good their cocks felt in her mouth, how she loved sucking them, how good they fucked her and how good their cum tasted. She was turning me on and she knew it. She told me how she would go back to both houses whenever she could and usually fucked at least five or six of them and blew some too.Sometimes they had friends over who would also use her and she said she enjoyed the new guys and sometimes never knew their names. I told her she. He kept looking me in the eyes very sensually until I caught him looking at my crotch as if he were hungry. I'd had enough booze at that point to bluntly ask him if he liked what he saw. He very seductively said yes and lightly began rubbing my leg. My hardon must have really become even more obvious. I was concerned over what Judy thought when I turned and realized that she never returned from the restroom. He then shocked me reassuring me that my wife was all right. When I asked how he knew.