"Ohh, it feels so nice," I gasp as Peter's fingers continue to work my clit, the pleasurable sensations pulsing through my pelvic muscles.  Suddenly he stops and a sweet little whimper escapes my mouth, making him smile.  "I didn't finish, Peter," I say, almost pleading.  "Shh, it's okay. I'm not done, Ms Gardner," he says. I clutch desperately at the bottom of my dress, the slick wetness between my thighs soaking through...