I would call him but I don't know his number. He didn't give it to me when he called and the caller ID said it was 'blocked'. Whatever that means. But... I know he'll call. He said he would and I believe him. I just have to be patient. That's what mom says all the time when I get antsy. Just be patient she says. It will happen when it's supposed to happen. Sure. Just wait. Time goes so slow that it's hard to wait. But I have no choice. I'll wait.Why doesn't he call?At school today it's a trip to. Just before the end of class I had her moaning, and her pussy was very wet. When the bell rang she grabbed my hand and pressed it into her pussy. Nobody got up to leave."Sephy came three times before she got up from my lap, and I had to write her a note to excuse her for being late to her next class. The next day I had no trouble at all getting her to volunteer for a demonstration of vibrators and other sex toys. By Wednesday and Thursday she was my devoted little helper, showing the class how. I didn't even know whether I should be concentrating more on getting my fingers inside her or on rubbing her clit.Initially I tried to do both at the same time which was awkward and, I suspect, not all that effective. I had to force myself to relax a little and recall a lesson I'd learned a while back about paying attention to how she reacted rather than just going through the motions and hoping it worked out. If I was patient enough the movements of her hips and the noises she made would guide. She knew better than to turn her head; her focus was on her work, even when she sensed – smelled – the sweatshop’s owner breathing on her neck. She’d become on of his favorites lately, a designation she could well do without, but dared not mention aloud. Sam, the owner, was a fat, balding man with dark sweat marks staining his shirt. Secretly, Joyce wondered when he’d last bathed; he always stank, and whenever he used her mouth, it was all she could do to keep from gagging at the rancid.