It still haunts me sometimes. Whenever it arouses me, I placate it by a sweet fantasized masturbation. I cannot count how many times I masturbated thi...king of her in that attire; May be a thousand or thousands of times. But still my desire was not satisfied because I know that it is only satisfied by fucking her in the same sari and in the same age, which is highly impossible? It may seem ridiculous but to young teen boy of my age at that time it was more than really having her.As the days pass. I assumed that I would be loaded onto a vehicle and taken away but nothing, I just lay in the sun strapped to a stretcher with all sorts of noise and chatter in a language I could not understand. After what seemed like forever the stretcher was pulled up so I was still strapped to it but now in a standing position. The neck and forehead belts were removed and the hood pulled off. I was met with a sea of cameras and people with microphones. Camera flashes were going off and my eyes fixed on a. The first contact stung but she liked it. The pace of his hand making contact with her rounded butt increased as did the pressure and her pleasure. Her nipples got hard and her pussy got wet. "You've been a naughty girl," he repeated over and over. "Professor, please stop," she begged. Just as Megan began to enjoy the pain it stopped and he released her and she stood up. Terry also stood up and unzipped his pants allowing his cock to spring forth from its prison. Megan stared at it as it. Then he laid down and closed his eyes. Soon this nightmare would be over with. Soon everything would be back to normal. As he laid there, he felt the cool fingers of a hand beside him, tracing their way up his thigh. He wanted to say something, but the feelings increased. The fingers moved soon from his inner thigh to his crotch, tracing their way around, teasing him with a twitch or a tickle before moving back. Then a finger, a single finger, moved between his legs. John felt his two sensitive.