Your touch making me moan softly as my body drives into an erotic frenzy. My fingers move and massage your bum as we kiss, finding that dimple at the ...base of your spine. My tongue laps at your earlobe and down the side of your neck. Our bodies pressed together I feel your erection against my belly. I breathe deeply taking in your scent and taste. I lower my head to your chest, brushing my tongue over your nipples. You groan and roll onto your back. I move lower, your cock bobbing in front of me. ’ ‘Thank you, slave,’ I said as she turned around to leave, my hand swatting her ass as he left. ‘Mmmmmm, Thank you, Master,’ she moaned while walking away. ‘Let’s eat, slave,’ motioning to Amber as I got up from the bed. ‘Yes, Master,’ she grinned. Amber followed me to the table. I felt her eyes watching me walk. We sat down naked at the table, my hand resting by my plate. Amber reached across the table, taking my hand in hers, placing her other hand on top of mine. ‘Master, may I speak. As she sat on the corner of her desk, directly in front of me, her skirt rode up just high enough to show me the lace tops of her hose and just a brief glimpse of her sheer black panties. Instant Hard-On Time. I saw the corners of her beautiful mouth twitch up just enough to produce a smile when she looked down below the top of my desk, and saw the lump in my pants. I wanted to die, but the bell rang and I bolted for the door and was in the parking lot in record time. The hard-on stayed with me. .. "Why didn't I learn about this in school?"Why didn't my "Health Class" tell me how to keep my anus relaxed and moist for those spur-of-the-moment urges a girl gets to have a hard cock stretching her asshole? My teacher glossed over the finer points of vaginal intercourse. She didn't demonstrate any positions; she didn't suggest methods of ensuring the deepest penetration or the best way to promote pregnancy.My teacher didn't show her students how to masturbate, find our G-spot, or massage.