"The...hm, art of masturbation, Stefan. It's satisfying enough, you know, but it can't compare to having you here, not my a long shot, handsome." She ground up against him harder, enjoying the feel of his hand teasing at the smooth flesh of her thigh as she moved, thinking of how easy it would be for him to slip that hand between her legs and begin to satisfy her like she had had to do to herself since she had been here. Elena arched and wiggled beneath him, moving her hands to pull her dress over her head to reveal the only other article of clothing on her body: a dark red corset, tied tight to her curves and pushing her breasts up. While corseting wasn't always the most comfortable thing in the world, it was something she was used to, but didn't always partake in, especially not at school. "Are you eager for me to demonstrate or something? Give you a little lesson," the woman teased, tossing her dress away.