After Akira finished reading, she chose another student to read. Every student's eyes were fixed on their books and she dared a glance at Akira. Catrina held in a small laugh when he told her to stop. She shook her head at him and mouthed 'no' right back. Strengthening the connection, she moved his cock one more, this time trying something different. She focused as much as she could on the movement of an invisible hand gripping his hard dick and moving up and down the shaft. She wasn't sure if it was working, but the connection was so strong now she started to sweat from the energy it was taking for her to do it.<br/><br/>Her body began to rock back and forth, as she became more aroused of their secret sexual acts during the middle of class. Slowly, she pulled her dress back from under her so that her bare butt rested on the cool desk. She didn't want the back of her dress to get wet on the back, but now her desk was going to be soaked with her juices. Fearing to stand up she remained planted on the desk.<br/><br/>Keeping her eyes locked with his eyes, the intensity between them grew deeper. She was suprised that no student could feel the electric jolts of the bond she was creating with Akira. As her eyes continued to gaze into his, her mind remained locked tight at the movement she was causing on his shaft. With a jump her hold on him broke as the bell rang loudly.<br/><br/>"Class dismissed," she said quickly closing her book, but remained sitting down.<br/><br/><em>Stay,</em>her thoughts went to Akira to make sure he wouldn't go anywhere. When the last of the students left, she looked up at her remaining student. The door slammed shut automatically.<br/><br/>"Akira, please come here," she said as sweetly as she could. Her juices were overflowing now and she fought to remain seated on the desk.