She was always embarrassing my Mom by making little references to 'her girls' or something like that, but otherwise, she was just a lot of fun to be a...ound." I'll bet." Seriously." And she never let you 'borrow' any of her slaves?" Not a chance. My mom would have killed her, " I cocked my head towards her. There was something odd in the tone of her question. " Why would you even ask that?" It's just that ... well ... she wanted to know if I would like to borrow one." You're kidding. She. Come” I stammered.His face broke into a smile and asked, “Cum where?”I blushed red. I felt the heat in my face and looked down. We both knew what he really meant!“Ah Doctor saab” My dad said, “Welcome, We were waiting for you”Then on, the games and drinking and chatting started among them. Bhabhi and I were busy serving them and doing what they asked.One thing was certain. The men were very happy to have me serve them. They made lot of comments and touched me a lot more than Bhabhi. But,. Mane aapna ek haat didi or nadeem kii kamar ke beech mai dala( knyo kii dono chipke hue the or didi nadeem ka lund aapne haat mai pakad ke uppar niche kar rahni thne dhere dhere) or didi ke haat se nadeem ka lund chuuda ke mane aapne haat mai le liya or uske balls or lund ke joad ke pass halki sii kiss lii or aap jheeb kii tip uske lund kii nus pe touch karthe hue aapni jheeb se uska pura lund naap liya or fir usase bola-Me-, “jii, dusrno ka tho malum nahi par mere ko tho aapne abhi thode der. Apparently, that was one of the best games lately. The school where she taught was large, housing students ranging from pre-kindergarten all the way to high school seniors. So she saw many former students. It gave her a nice feeling, staying connected to them. Well, most of them. She laughed quietly, as she thought of some that she just wished would disappear, for not all personalities get along. However, she never let on to any of her students that she liked some more than others. Her mind.