Who the hell cares what my first class is? There's a girl masturbating here!

I started walking a few steps towards my first class when I started weighing the situation in my head. There's a naked, incredibly attractive, big-breasted 18-year old playing with herself in an open classroom, who I'm free to play with and command in any way I want, and I'm thinking about going to class? What the heck must I be smoking?

With renewed lust, I walked as carefully as I could back to Mr. Bender's room, closed the door behind me, and returned the chair to it's closing position. Without anybody to bother me, this gave me a good chance to really look at Katie, whom because of my instructions was paying no attention to me or anything other than masturbating and achieving orgasm, no matter how close I stood or observed.

By now, Katie had already straddled on the chair and pulled her thong down, giving her hands free access to her wet, sopping cunt. I went close between her legs and just started to really study the intricacies of Katie's sweet, pink folds, taking in the scent her pussy makes, and licking my lips in tandem to Katie's intense fingering session. After a while, I just couldn't take it anymore.