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Another clench, a pause and I drag my hands up and over my thighs, massaging it in, feeling it so wet, not drying, dripping a bit down the sides of my spread legs. I'm frozen like that for several moments, feeling my hands cool, the erratic dripping into the water. As I walk down the stairs, already preparing in my head what I'm going to say to you, I feel a last drop that had been clinging to my pussy lips slip down the inside of my leg, past my knee, my calf and finally stall at my ankle.
"Good morning Miss Sarah." Your kegel exercises went fairly well last night considering what happened earlier in the day, although I think more work still needs to be done. Matron was, however, disappointed to find both your beds soaking wet this morning. Like her I only wet the bed very occasionally but when it happens I just wake up totally sodden. To put it bluntly I'm inclined to think you woke up and, like Andrew, fancied a sneaky wee between the sheets. I know you weren't wearing panties or a nightie last night and I'm always a little wary of people who sleep in the buff.
Placing clothespins down the insides of her pussy lips, and then, cruelly he places one directly on her aching clit, he smiles as he watches her writhe in torment as the pins pinch her skin and her body reacts to the escalating sensations she feels as he deftly removes the water bottle from her drenched pussy. Leaving the bobby pin resting a little ways inside her pee hole, he starts to circle her clit with his thumb, rubbing it firmly and flicking it on occasion with his index finger, causing her to moan even more and beg for release. Keeping his thumb firmly rubbing her clit, he removes the clothespins on her nipples with his other hand, and as she screams as the sharp pressure is suddenly gone, he quickly covers her aching tits with his mouth and tongue.