I should have pulled up my pants and rushed out of there and yet I remained paralyzed by indecision and confusion.When she turned me around and bent m... over the toilet I didn't protest at all... suddenly feeling like a Ken doll... with Barbie being the one wearing the strap-on.She warned, a moment later, as she rubbed her cock up and down my ass cheeks, "This may burn a little."Before I could respond, I felt her cockhead push forward and after a brief rejection from me, her cock slid into my. She had her whole career mapped out. She was going to do pre-med in Portland, then off to somewhere back east for doctor school. The Chicken Shack was to make some money for college. And she saved everything. She was an honest and busy little worker. Always smiles and happy to see everyone. A never ending fountain of energy, that one. I noticed something off about her after the Fourth of July. There was that little one tent circus that came to town. Didn’t even know those things even existed. She deliberately caused me to empty my balls into her ass. She kept her promise by cleaning my cock with a washcloth, but my poor dick needed to rest. A man my age needed a few minutes after cumming twice in minutes. I got semi-hard, but that wasn?t enough for more than a short BJ. I was no spring chicken when she was born, and that was almost 2 decades earlier. After a brief attempt by Magda to suck me back to readiness, I told her to stop and give me a kiss on the lips instead. She obeyed me. I noticed that everyday she would wear sarees which were bit revealing, blouse too short and small, apply lip guard and she would ask me everyday how am I looking. I didn’t have any bad intension till now. I used to appreciate her since she was good looking.One day I was waiting for in the staff room to sign my test book and she came in. She looked good. But she was scratching her back and was feeling uneasy. I asked her and she told that on the way some of the bushes brushed her back and she.