Before I reach the point of no return my tormentor stops and again I am left wanting, whimpering. “Are you going to be a good little slut?” His vo...ice is deep, but it isn’t one I recognize. In an odd way it is music to my ears, yet it isn’t the sound of his voice that brings me hope, but the chance to feel his hard cock slide between my legs. Without pause, I nod my head in answer. “I am going to remove the gag, but the blindfold stays, understand?” Again a sharp nod, and with a flick of the. He stuck two fingers inside me, and it made me gasp. He finger fucked me until I felt like I was going to explode when he quickly took them out. "Fuck me." I whispered to him. He smiled and started to fiddle with the buttons on his jeans. He couldn't get it so I helped him. I unbuttoned his pants, unzipped him, and reached inside his boxers. His cock was big and hard. I pulled it out and squeezed it a little bit. He twitched a little bit and I laughed. "Are you ready?" I asked him seductively,. She once again turned bright red: Stop it, please! Call it masturbate but please dont use the others again, O.K.? As you wish, my little prudish sis. By the way when did you start to masturbate? I think I started with it when I was 12. My friends told me that they have done it and that they liked it. The only topic they chatted was playing and I wanted to chat with them as well. At first it was strange but after some practice it got better and better. Sarah, please be honest. Have you ever. Miss Bush gave me an angry look,” In my study now James,” she commanded, her arm raised and a forefinger pointing towards the school building. As I headed back into the school, Miss Bush was hot on my heels before overtaking me as we entered the corridor which led to her study, so that she could unlock the door and lead me straight in.As I stood on the rug in the centre of the room, water still dripped from my clothes. “Take off your clothes and shoes, you can’t stay in those wet things,” she.