The computers in this class were really small so we were literally sitting right beside each other. So my erection was very clearly visible and very c...lose to her. The first time she saw it she was just doing her work, then she looked over at me like she was gonna ask me for a paper or something, then she suddenly stopped, put her hand over her mouth and laughed. then she quickly took her phone out and started texting someone, then she went back to doing work. I hope she texted all her friends. I stealthily slid open the sliding glass door to the living room and stepped inside.“Anyone here?” I asked. My question was met with silence.I headed down the hallway, peering into the guest room and guest bathrooms. Nothing. I checked the kitchen, the laundry room and, finally, the garage. Nothing. I went upstairs and checked the master bedroom, the master bath and the two adjoining bedrooms. Nothing. I was home alone.I laid down on the bed in the master bedroom and closed my eyes. I don’t. The back rub she had tried to give me the night before had ended up with her humping me. We had been alone then and I was pretty sure if she had really wanted me, we could have moved to her bedroom. Maybe she wanted to stay in the living room to maintain that bit of restraint due to the possibility of being caught? Maybe that chance excited her, but if so, then why not go further? Was this her way of apologizing for what she might have considered a wrong-doing? If she was following commands. Pressing against her most sensitive erogenous areas and making them suffer with pleasure. "But I wouldn't get them off. No. I'd let them swallow my beautiful fucking cream and then I'd chain them to the floor, dying to cum." Ashley begins to hyperventilate. Her mind is lost and dizzy. She can't remember where she is anymore. She just feels the growing surge of energy building from inside her plugged, swelling asshole. The intense, pleasurable flow of sexual euphoria builds inside her cramping.