She keeps looking at me in a pleading manner. I whisper to her, “Behave Sarah, you’re going to get a special treat at the end.”My lecture is abo...t how I found Sarah working the streets and introduced her to the wonders of education. Complete rubbish. After an hour I run out of nonsense to spout so I bring out a thick pad of paper, announce that the lecture is over and that everyone who writes a complimentary note about my lecture can “examine” Sarah in more detail. Faces light up.Making Sarah. Hope of a peaceful nap was dashed as the enormity of my day’s proceedings began to crash away at my consciousness, like an ever-surging storm tide breaking against a cliff.“Oh my god,” I whispered to myself guiltily, with my stomach in a heave, “I’m an ass trainee . . . .”*****After my post-dinner dumpage was done I took stock of the clock and the training exercise in front of me.The smallest plug was a slender-looking pole of black rubber about four inches in length. Compared to its comrades. It was hard to picture Debbie getting worn to a frazzle even by a five man bowling team. Her capacity for copulation was well established in the several encounters they had engaged in. He smiled as he thought of their last meeting in the basement when she had been bent over the stack of newspapers with her panties down to her ankles. She had a little brown hole that seemed to suck him in like a magnet for cocks. She had the vocabulary of a much more experienced woman. He wondered if she had. Uska name sakshi tha. uske bare me kya batau oh bahut hi sunder hai ye bhi meri behand ki college ki friends hai or uski age lagbhag 18 yrs ki hogi or oh bahut hi sexy thi uske kya boobs hai ye bade bade.Uska finger thik thak tha uski gand bhi mast thi. oh mujse kabhi kabhi bat karti thi or oh padai karne me mere ghar aya karti thi kyu ki meri behan uske hi sath padthi thi .ek din me ghar pe tv dekh raha tha to oh phadai karane mere ghar aai us di oh kya lagrahi thi ekdam sexy, uska dress ek.