" He chirps. Expectingme to take the bait. Which of course I do.I suppose it was comforting in a way to think she still spoke of me.It had been about ...0 weeks now since he disappeared."How is she?" I ask eagerly. I can't help myself."Like I predicted. Embracing her second chance. She's so much happiernow. Seeing a kind gentleman I believe. They seem to be going verywell."In a way it was like hearing your separated husband had found someonenew in a very brief period of time. I knew I should be. So she picked the pencil and started reading again but my concentration all the time was on her sexy body and I was planning to enjoy her body to the extent so I gave her some work to do and went to drink water (I told her) but I went into the washroom and took my underwear off and again wore my pants and came back. She was wearing a white shalwaar kameez as this was the uniform of the school she was in so I was kissing and licking her in my mind till her depth and had an instant erection again. Y
ou walk back over to the guy, stand right infront of him so his cock is poking your slit, him feeling how wet you are, you pull his head to yours and kiss his lips seductivly pushing your toung in 

you break and lay on the bed motioning for him to lick your eager waiting pussy, he pokes his toung out and burys hes head into ur wet bush and starts caressing your clit you start to moan hes circling your clit about to plunge his toung in your dripping wet hole, you pul his head to your pussy. The way I was exploited in the name of ‘diksha’, in the name of ‘treatment’, and in the name of ‘jagya’ makes me feel so ashamed even today, after so many years. I was exploited so very cleverly and emphatically at every level and my desire to get a c***d was so high that I allowed everything crossing every limit of decency and modesty. It was one week stay in the ashram of Guru-ji at Rampur and within that period I had to allow at least half a dozen males to enjoy my 28-year-old fully matured.