..it made my pussy spark into life and feel all tingly. Then she took my finger from her mouth and guided my hand down to her sweet little mound.I was... in total shock, I'd never thought about actually following through with any of my fantasies about her...I didn't know what to do...then she just leaned in and kissed me...gently...soft little kisses on my bottom lip...shyly...at first I just stood there...then she said, "I thought this is what you wanted...what you'd fantasised about?"I had to. “look at this old school teacher’s titties. Nice, huh? She’s hot! Let’s see what she’s hiding down below.” The big, muscular hood guffawed in her face and she heard loud laughter all around the room. They were all leering!She could do nothing hanging from the chain. His breasts felt very warm. She could feel a warm sensation between her legs. Oh gawd! What kind of drug was it?The same hood unzipped her conservative brown skirt letting it fall to the dirty floor; more laughter.“see. School. “I want you to lift your breasts up and lick them. Be a good girl.” I lifted my breasts and licked at them. I saw that Mr. Wilson had stood up and unbuckled his pants. He pulled his pants down to his ankles and stepped out of them. I could see his cock was erect and very hard. He seemed to be around seven inches long. “I want you to finger your pussy now. Slide your fingers inside of your cunt.” I was really embarrassed now. I wet my finger and put it into my pussy. I fucked myself, while. She laughs. “Shall we play along?” She looked at the dance floor where a few people have already started throwing shapes.We joined in and started to move to the music. The longer we danced the more ridiculously our shapes and we could not stop cracking up in laughter ever so often when one of us did a particularly silly dance move. She teased me with: “Your dancing is slightly better than your project management.” and I replied “Your bitching is slightly better than your dancing”.As we got.