One fucking day, oh yeah it was really a fucking day….He said “Santhu, after you leave the house, don’t go to school.Come to my terrace, I wanna...show you some special video”Ohh I was thrilled to hear those words from Deepak, I expected that he would show me the new genre of porn, like BDSM which I had heard but never saw…..But, I was completely shocked after I went to his house terrace.From his house terrace, one could easily visualize what’s going on inside my house.(especially the hall of our. Surprised, I turned round and there was Miss Simone, The Director. Her blond hair tied up in a bun at the back, her sexy little black rimmed glasses, her green eyes, her full lips covered in a red lipstick. She was wearing a business suit which was grey with a pin stripe, she had removed the jacket and a little sleeveless waistcoat showed off her arms and her ample breasts to perfection and short miniskirt – that seemed to circle her thighs just showing the lace of stockings, which. Vicky certainly wasn't expecting a delivery and didn't recognize the store name.In the house she located the letter opener and slit open the wrapping. Inside was a nondescript small black box devoid of any hint as to its contents.With anticipation the lid was eased open; Vicky peering through the tiniest of opening trying to anticipate the contents. The darkness inside thwarted her efforts.Her hands began to tremble slightly, she felt like a kid with a surprise present. Finally there was no. He started talking, which I like."You like my cock, slut?" he asked."Yes,"I whimpered loudly."You like getting fucked by young guys, don't you?'"Yes," I whimpered again."You're a slut," he said. I replied, "I'm a slut." Louder," he commanded."I'm a slut!" I said again, in loud voice.After a few moments of this, he opened my legs. Grabbing my ankles tightly, he pushed my legs back, toward the headboard. I could see my ankles next to my head as he pushed down on them hard, lifting my ass and hips.