Let me explain to you that I'm a young teacher. I could have any student that threw herself at me... and believe me, they did. But, it isn't just look... when it comes to Samantha. She has intelligence. She's athletic. And as head of the varsity cheer squad and class valedictorian, well, you could see how she could make a teachers blood rush in more ways than one. She was all I wanted and more. For some reason, she wasn't doing so well in my class, and I had every intention of fixing that... if. Main tujh ko bata thayhoon meri to maki choot bhae chotay ko galian bak rahatahy per chota b harami pan say bazza na aya or us nay apnay cheed ko daba k rakah main nay chaotah ko bola ara janay day yaar maza ae ga tujh ko lakin us nay nahi mana phae nay b himath nahi hari or us k ched main ungi dali or ched per cher nay laga or ungli k saharay laun ko rakha or jhtka day nay laga chota kab gand ko daabata akihr ka us nay dheklay ho or bhe nay moka dekh kar us ka cheed mainlun ka topa dal dia. As soon as she did so I pulled away. "No!" I scolded again, slapping her inner thigh. "You will take only that which I freely give!" I smiled inwardly. I was seriously enjoying this and dominating this fine woman was turning me on like I couldn't *believe!* "Beg forgiveness" I commanded, reaching for the tube of lubricant. At the sound of movement on the table, she craned her neck round to see what I was doing but she could see nothing through the blindfold. "I said beg forgiveness" I repeated,. I told him exactly what I wanted to see and more importantly what I thought would arouse her the most. He said he always suggested most women do better the first time if their siginificant others watch in secret; leave and then quietly come back to watch without a lot of attention. The most important thing was to convince her that this was a gift for her pleasure, and that anything that she did or allowed him to do to her was part of the giftMy excuse was that I was going for a run for about.