"Be patient," I whispered to myself. I wanted this to be an all consuming orgasm that I can fall asleep to and wake up wanting to do it again. I used... the soap to lather my belly and worked my slippery hands down across my mound to between my legs. I stood under the warm shower as I worked my hands on the outer sides of my pussy lips. Spreading my legs a little farther apart, I ran my hands over my pussy, to my ass and back again. After a couple of times back and forth, I pushed harder and. Shewaits, a bundle of nerves, as her Masters opens the drawer of the nightstand atakes from it a silk scarf, He walks behind her and places it in her mouth,ties it snuggly around her head. "Maybe that will remind you not to bequiet my dear," He said. She nods quietly and adjusted to the gag as Hepositions himself behind her, pushing her down over the edge of the bed. She imagines His cock was now swollen and pulsing, eager to get to her and inresponse her pussy ached and her breathing becomes. "I see you are quite excited Deb, but you need more don't you?" She asked Debbie."Yes, Miss. I need you to make me wetter" Would you like me to play with your clitty Deb?" Yes Miss. I would love my teacher to play with my clitty." You are a bad girl Debbie. Making me touch you like this" Sam responded as she used her finger tip to rub over the hooded clit. Sam noticed she was a little dry, so she used her spit to wet her finger and smoothed it back over Debbie's button."This is your punishment. Complete to the two-way mirror on the wall. He had me sit facing the mirror. It was so clichéd I almost started to laugh. Before I could ask Paul, what was going on, the door crashed open. In stepped the very image of j. Edgar’s idea of an FBI agent. Short brush cut hair, black suit, skinny black tie and a blindingly white shirt. I was sure that, if I looked, I would see my reflection in his shoes from 2 yards away. Following behind was an older and more rumpled version. I could see the grey at.