"Did I say you could touch yourself?"

Foolishly, Leigh wonders for a second if the vice dean is talking to her, but of course Leigh's hands are still on the desk. She looks over, and sees Avery with an unsubtle hand between her legs, rubbing furiously at her clit.

She does not stop as she looks back at Whitaker. "I'm sorry, Vice Dean." She pauses and gasps. "Please don't stop. I've been so bad."

Leigh's cheeks flush, but Avery's brazenness and horniness has her even more turned on. Whitaker looks at her. "Well if she's going to touch herself, you might as well too."

Part of her brain wants to say "no thank you," but even as she opens her mouth, another part of her brain is directing her hand to her pussy. She feels her incredible slickness, spreads it over her labia, pulls them apart, and touches her clit--lightly at first, gasping at its sensitivity, then with more purpose.

Whitaker smacks Leigh's ass hard. Leigh shrieks, rubbing all the harder, loving the combination more than she could've guessed. Avery giggles beside her, eyes full of lust as she watches, cunt making wet sounds as she pumps her fingers in and out.

Whitaker hits Avery, and the girl throws her head back. "Thank you, ma'am!" The vice dean keeps going, alternating, as the two girls masturbate with abandon.

Then she stops. "Let's play a game," she says.