On impulse, I got out of bed without switching on the light and padded across to the window. The light came from the living room opposite. The curtain...s were undrawn and I could see the interior clearly. What I saw made me start back then, as if drawn by a magnet, peer out again cautiously.Across the dining table where I had sat earlier at dinner were bent two women. Their feet were spread wide apart, their torsos supported on cushions, their bottoms outthrust. They were dressed in corsets,. .ahhhh."It was unmistakable. And it was coming from downstairs. I was lying here jerking off, and Laura was playing with her sloppy little cunt again. I was amazed.I got back to working my cock, but was now listening rather than fantasizing, and trying to time my strokes between hers so that I could hear better. After a minute or so, we were in perfect rhythm; my hand slid down my cock to the wet sound of my precum and a squeak from the bed, I stopped, and another moan or gasp came from. “Well ... I was wondering if it would be possible...” Sarah started to say. “It’s not that important, really, we just were hoping I could change my tutorial class, to be in your class.”“I guess we can do that,” I said. “Any reason why? Who’s you current tutor? Is there a problem with him?”“No, there’s no problem, Mr. Rose – Greg is a great tutor, explains things very clearly,” she said. “It’s just that, well ... I would like to be in the same class as Michael. You probably think I’m being silly. " Yeah?" she was gasping. Was I really that good?"Yes ma'am."She pulled me in closer and kissed me deeply and passionately, digging her nails harder and with more force. I fucking loved it. I mean, who doesn't love a little bit of pain and pleasure? We were sweaty, we were passionate, we were in perfect rhythm. Her hips rocking forward when I thrust, and back when I pulled. At this point I felt unstoppable, and I wasn't going to finish anytime soon. We both knew that.I pulled out. "I--" I.