] Please lay back on the table."Nervously, I scooted back, hunched over a bit, though their entrance into the room had softened me up a bit. I lay bac... on the table, feeling very exposed. My cock was still much bigger than it normally was, even as it slowly lay back down."Well, can you tell me what's happened so far?" he asked, as he snapped on a pair of rubber gloves. "Please pull your knees up – I'm going to give you a quick prostrate exam."Oh Goody.Before I had time to think about it, his. My tutors were a married Tamil-Brahmin couple there, the Sir was a Maths professor in a college and Divya Ma’am, his wife, was a Maths teacher in a school. They ran a tuition class at home, where there was one classroom set up behind their house. While Sir was the main tuition master, Ma’am always took classes when Sir was away. Both were brilliant teachers and I loved the subject. I’d often stay back to discuss a couple of advanced Maths problems. One day, Divya Ma’am asked me to stay back. The video had endedand I almost instinctively wanted to play it again. Some part of my mindwanted to do the same things I did the night before, while the rest ofit wanted to forget about what happened. As a distraction, I tried tothink about Erica's breasts and to understand why they were sointeresting. I felt like there was something different about them but Icouldn't figure out what.I put the computer on the bed and I remembered that my clothes and towelwere still in my beach bag, dirty with. But it was not enough. The material of her leotards was between the feeling of her flesh and his."Take yourself from that suit so I can feel you," Justice said to Joan. She made no reply but stepped back and peeled the zipper down.The garment had a zipper both front and back so that when undone Joan was split up the middle with a swath of resilient flesh. Something flashed to the ground and Justice saw it was a key. He stooped to pick it up, then rose as her eyes urged him to look at what she.