As per my mistress’ desire, I was dressed in a maroon lenhga with heavy embroidery work and maroon velvet choli. The length of this lenhga was sligh...ly shorter than that which I wore at my wedding night, reaching just about 6 inches below my knees. So, this time I had to wear purple satin leggings also to cover the lower part of my legs. Lastly, a bright red chunni was used to cover my head in the form of ghoonghat. The jewellery was as gorgeous as on the wedding night comprising of maang. The second time one of my hands came into contact with the outer shell of the plane. The impact was so violent it felt like my hand had exploded. But the lack of blood told me that was only an impression. The third time we hit the water, I was propelled forward and smashed my head into the seat before me. The collision was so intense that I lost consciousness. I drifted between life and death for a while before the darkness surrounded me and reality faded. The last thing I felt was water. “I still want to,” I said, “but it was so cold.” Jace smiled, he must have been worried that I’d backed out of our arrangement. I kissed him deeply and squeezed at the crotch of his pants.“Is it big,” I asked.“Well,” he said, “I’ve never compared it to anything, but it doesn’t seem too big to me.” I unfastened his pants and zipper; I fell to my knees as I slid his pants and underwear to his ankles. He was hard as stone, and it looked big to me – maybe too big. My cheeks became red hot as I took. She was so hot to look at and having her for an adolescent boy's high school teacher was an incredible experience. I gave the reader an appreciation for the sexy beauty and sensuality of Miss Wilson in my first story about her, but let me repeat myself slightly and tell you that she was one of the prettiest teachers I ever had. She had a very sexy figure and she had the nicest set of breasts on any teacher that I ever had in school. Basically, sexy teachers like Miss Wilson should be outlawed.