As my father died at my young age, my financial condition was not satisfactory at all. I was a private tutor for a ninth grader girl and a third grade... boy. The girl’s name was Priya. Her father used to work as an engineer in a Middle Eastern country. He used to visit his family every year. In exchange of my service I was allowed to stay in their outhouse.The girl was short but pretty. She was skinny but had unusually big and firm swinging boobs. Her sweet face, big eyes, small round ass and. .. for now. Attend the baggage and report to me when you're done," I commanded imperiously.Tonya stood there stupefied as Sarah giggled. I was much more familiar with the aristocratic British accent, having heard it often back in my time, so my impersonation was much better than hers. Tonya finally caught on to my tease and laughed."Touché, Sir Mulehead," she said.Liz's mother seemed happy to see Tonya and me again, and made a fuss over us when we walked into the house. I introduced her to. Mr. Carter considered me for a couple of seconds, “Well I can’t today, but tomorrow after school ends I suppose I could spare a few hours, but it better be worth my time Jack, or this will be the last time I allow you any latitude with me.”“Thank you Sir, what car do you drive?”“Me, I drive a Blue Ford Contour Jack, why?”“Thanks Sir I will see you tomorrow. “ I had already grabbed my backpack, so I swung it up on my shoulder as I dashed off to get to the cafeteria in time to grab a sub before. He was working there part time, only 4 days a week and about 6—7 hours a day. He was not the waiter but more like a “Head Waiter” or a Steward you could say. By my second or third visit we were friends like we knew each other for years. He was 23 years old, very well behaved and charming personality to work in such a place. He told me he was single and a Gay also.Awesome, we both had hit the jackpot full of gold. He had a bit wheat brown complexion but stunning face, voluptuous lips, hazel.