Luckily after some time it began to fade. I felt I was losing the boner. But it took quite some time. I checked my watch and saw that 10/15 minutes ha...d past since I left my class. F*ck I need to go back asap.I walked back to class and went in. ‘Everything alright?’ asked my teacher. ‘Yes, of course’ I replied.Did she know something was off? Is my fly open?!?!?! A mini heart attack followed. I looked at my pants but no. The fly was closed. Okay. ‘It’s nothing just go back to your seat and act. My therapist has called my name but... I am off in my own world as I part the lower lips of my body to touch ever so gently and stroke with little flicks of my finger to access that teeny button of ultimate joy; make contact with the most sensitive part of me physical being - my clit. My longest finger probes inside of me as it grazes and brushes the tiny bump sheltered between my blubbery thighs. My mind conjures up its own fantasies as my finger slowly dances its. ” “Ready for what Mistress?” “I have contacted the twosome Mother Daughter I told you about and you will serve them this evening.” “I understand Mistress.” “Now slut, rest. I want you well rested and horny this evening, so don’t dare touch yourself.” “I will obey Mistress.” “Remember if you make me proud I may grand permission for you to see Belle again. If you like making out with her you know what to do.” Nevertheless, I was worried and a little scared about the coming evening. I would have. I know it was irrational, but I felt he’d sullied Madeleine somewhat with his crude pass, and I felt honor-bound to reclaim my bride. I reached between her legs, and found she was naked under her gown, thus allowing me free access to her sex. She was wet and hot to the touch, and she cooed in response as I gently stroked a finger between her labia and softly circled her little clitoris. She answered my caresses by fishing out by rock-hard penis from the open fly in my underwear. Our kisses were.