It was her side of the bureau and the space where she kept her underwear and stockings and stuff. Odd. I had been meaning to bag all of her clothing...and donate/trash it, but hadn't taken the time yet. So all of her lingerie, 'special' outfits meant to entice me (or someone else), and even 'marital aids' were still where she'd left them. I shrugged it off, pushed the drawer in, yelled "I'm home" and went back down the stairs to fix dinner.After sa sumptuous meal which was comprised of a. Her mannerism reflected a silent acceptance of the inevitable. Her eyes held within them a grim determination. I caught the movement of her arm and looked as her hand came level to me. Instinctively I held my hand out and Samantha placed the keys to her car in my hand and then she followed Red towards the barn and the cot I have in there. By the time Red had returned from the barn I had thrown a bucket of water over the spot that Samantha had peed. She stood and looked at the wet patch for a. "You'll be fine! These dinners are meant to help our students, not to torture them. We reserve the torture for the exams!"A gong sounded, and we moved from the ante-room to the dining room. Dr Baxter left us and found his seat on the top table.The tables were lit with candelabra, and there was a festive atmosphere with bright silver and crisp white linen napkins. We found our names on little pieces of folded card on our table mats, and stood behind our chairs while we waited for everyone else. He stopped and removed his finger from vagina and put it in my mouth. I licked it slowly. My vagina discharged morefluid.I wanted to an orgasm desperately. Guruji then brought his face near my vagina and stroked his tongue on my pussy. Electricity ran inside me. There was a sense of urgency in my body now. Guruji started licking me faster and further inside my vagina. My hips clutched his face, pressing his face between my thighs. Suddenly I felt more parts of my body being caressed. Damn! The.