And her bus came so she left from next day we chatted regularly in the bus while traveling and became close friends. We even some times used to bunk o...r colleges and roam on the road or sitting in the koti bus stop and comment on the passenger or the persons passing there, I even used to say her that “see this girl how sexy she is looking” by hearing these words she used to say only chieeeeeeeeeee how can u say this to me.One day as were in the koti bus stand her father was waiting for a bus. She felt very nervous to ask me to have sex with her.I also was nervous. But I understood her pain and I said ok. She felt happy and she arranged the flat of hers friend who went to bangalore.In that night I didnot had sleep and I am very much excited for the next day to ride. But in that night I rewinded the episode of our meet.I believe in one thing, sex is a part of life and one should taste it for sure only with loved ones.I went to their flat in the next day morning and she is already. He found it difficultto decide whether the house was peaceful or merely gloomy. Thestillness of everything gave an empty feeling to the place. "I'll tell Sir Mortimer you're here when he's had his breakfast. He candecide if he wants to see you or not," the woman told him.Willy used the time alone to go over his cover story. He was anxious,because although it was reasonable plausible he had to use it toestablished himself as a resident in that house. Before long his eyesdrooped. In the past two. She would get about two assignments a week and have to figure out how to complete them between the housework, the fucking, and everything else that was going on. And John was a taskmaster. The papers had to bring in a grade of 95% or better or he showed up the next morning with his belt and punished her for slacking off. She wrote paper after paper, good, original work, and he took them and sold them to the students for $30 to $100 each. Suzi threw herself deeper and deeper into her ass slut.