One of the students complains about studying

I was about to flow down the hall with the detention students when I heard a fateful phrase, “-great, after all that time in detention, how am I supposed to find time in the day to study?”

I realized the ramifications of this statement as Toru stiffened, the trigger word enforcing my will over her. Maybe I should stick around and see how she looks when she’s edging.

I payed very close attention to the fabric of Toru’s clothes. She was programmed not to move it, but she’s bound to make mistakes. Sure enough, I noticed a slight adjustment in her stance which I quickly fashioned a mental image around. It looked like she had shifted her weight to one foot, slipped one foot out of it’s shoe, was inching her right leg up the inside of her left, working it’s way up towards her cunt as she balanced.

Surely she wasn’t trying to… I imagined her bare heel tucked up between her thighs, furiously slapping against her sticky snatch in a struggle to glean enough sexual pleasure to create an orgasm. She must be flexible to consider trying this, even in her programmed state.

I started to make small talk as an excuse to stand near her as students continued to stream through the hall, but I wasn’t really giving the subject much thought, and I doubted Toru gave it any either. Her voice seemed quieter and more restrained as she merely responded to my questions and remarks, entirely focused on rubbing her heel against her vagina. I was focused on it too, though my perspective left much to the imagination.

I considered to myself that I might actually be gaining more gratification than she was, due to the awkward position I had **** her in, and the mild pressure on merely the surface of her begging cunt. At least she seemed to get something out of it, I thought, my eyes tracking a rivulet of translucent juice which trailed gradually down her standing leg.

I barely noticed the time fly by, while I imagined that to Toru every minute felt like an hour. Soon, the bell for next class rang and I was about to rush off before realizing that Toru had yet to move.

“Uhh, you coming to class Toru?”

“I-I-in a minut-t-te… I-I-I’ll be there in a mmmminute…” she wobbled precariously, and I could her the faint wet slapping that she was failing to disguise from her tantalizing pleasure.