It was the month of December, 2015 and the atmosphere in Goa was truly amazing. A tourist from everywhere in India and also around the world. We rente... bikes there and would go ride and travel everywhere in goa and have alcohol all time, we were high most of the time.One day we decided to go to a famous Pub in Goa.We dressed up like hollywood actors . We had put on really expensive suits with cufflinks and unique boots that would make anyone look back at us. We entered the casino and found a. “Officer Jose, Officer Dan, how ya’ll today?”“We’re fine,” answered the black one. “What you got here?”She motioned me over and introduced us. “Officers, this young man is Steve Moore. He’s a farmer, got him some mighty fine stuff here. God dumped him in my lap, and I ain’t letting go. He’s got good stuff, fresher than anything you can get at the store, cheaper, too, and I ain’t got to go half-way across town to get it. You boys be nice to him.”We shook hands and talked for a minute. They. I was seventeen at the time and in the eleventh grade. I was a pretty smart student and didn't have much trouble in school but English was my worse subject.I sat in the front of the room so I could hear better and have less distractions from the other students. I didn't realize when I picked my seat what an advantage it would turn out to be.Miss Simpson was about twenty-five, with long brownish-blond hair and grey-green eyes. She was about 5 ft. seven and weighed about 130 lbs. All in the right. “I swear Master. I thought of you. You turn me on so much, that's why I was so turned on and felt the urge to please myself.” “Continue with your punishment, pet.” He sighs, still watching me. I keep going as he tells me too. I close my eyes thinking of his touch on me, like I did the day I disobeyed him. I can almost feel his touch on my skin. It hums lightly; I feel the urge building between my legs. I slide my vibrator inside me, I push my hips into it feeling it slide to the hilt, and I.