But I was wondering if you'd mind coming over here again." No, of course not, Ma'am! Are you having more problems?" ...Hmm...kind of! But not the same...as last time. Have you eaten, Mr Simms; if not I can arrange something?" Thank you...but I had lunch with my parents earlier. I'll be with you as soon as possible." Thank you! If you go to the Superintendent's Office again: when they ring me I'll come down to meet you."He didn't think that he had time to shower and change again, so he just put. Dinner with Theresa, for me, was super. We talked and we talked and we talked almost about everything. No, not everything, but in truth we talked about a lot of stuff including work of course. Then she surprised me once we decided to leave. “Would you care to come back to the house?” she asked. Oh my God! Come back to her house, really? Does she mean that? Really, she means it? Oh my freaking God! “Uhhhhhh, I uhhh don’t know,” I said. “I’m uh not sure,” I replied. And then she turned and looked. It was bizarre because it was such a great feeling having control over my own pleasure.I started humping back harder then harder and faster. My cock was hard and twitched every time I pounded my ass into the wall as I buried the dildo deep in my bowels. My leg started to shake; I pulled back and impaled myself, holding myself at the base of the dildo. My cock started spurting and twitching I threw my head back. I couldn't stand anymore and dropped to my knees and moaned out in disappointment. ”With that I flipped him over ! Sunder was from Nepal, his complexion fair, his body devoid of hair! His ass was round and fairer than the rest of his body.His ass was now facing me . I reached over to the very same bottle of Vaseline he had used and proceed to lube his cheek , the entrance of the asshole . Slowly but gently, I managed to get a finger inside his asshole . It took me five or ten minutes to gently probe and prod his asshole with plenty of Vaseline . When I felt he was ready , I.