I started rubbing my pussy with a little more pressure, feeling it get wetter and wetter. My outer lips were swollen and open, and I teased my hole w...ith my middle finger. I could feel my cunt muscle contract each time my finger barely dipped into my hole. I needed to be filled. I reached for my new toy and slid it under the waistband of my pants. There was plenty of room to slide it up and down my juicy slit, and I loved the way it made my pussy contract and try to pull it in as it slid. Watching you walk away I notice every male eye in the bar on you and my cock immediately stiffens, begging for freedom.After a short while, you return with your handbag in your hand, your face red - I can tell you think everyone in the bar is watching you (they are) and that they somehow know your already soaking pussy is within their reach, if not their grasp.You look me straight in the eyes and I see a sudden confidence there, as if the balance of power has suddenly changed. I feel your hand. "Hello, Angel...So what's on your mind?" I began. "I listened to your profile, and you're a naughty little slut, aren't you?" She giggled and said, "Yes." "Anything goes?" I reminded her. "Yes," she replied as she giggled. I was a bit skeptical at first, to be honest. I've had women play head games in the chat rooms before...hang up right when the conversation was getting hot. Prick teasers, we called them in high school. Probably worked for the chat line just to burn up men's time so that. Mr. Redman noticed this and started a peer tutoring sort of program. He paired up stronger students with those who were struggling. About a week before summer school ended Mr. Redman asked me to see him after class. It was weird because he served tea and asked me all about my plans for after graduation. He was particularly interested in if I had decided to become a teacher perhaps. I told him that I hoped to get into the medical field and he was happy about that too. We talked for about a half.