On the next exam day, I made up my mind not to ask any answers to that pervert. But it tends to be wrong. I was forced to ask him answers to which he ...ave. After the exam, I said to him sorry and thanked him. He did not respond to me and I felt guilty about it. In some time the examination hall vacant.Yash pushed me on to a wall and grabbed my breasts with both hands and was pressing. I was extremely afraid that if anyone catches me in this manner what impression will I carry. I pushed him back. My nipples were as hard as quartz as I rammed the vibrator in and out of my pussy, making a wet sound. I was sweating profusely and gasping for air as my entire sex floated out of my body. I squeezed my right breast and clasped my legs together as a wave of pleasure emanated through my entire body and tears came to my eyes. A clear jet of liquid shot out of my vagina and landed on the netted fabric of my lawn chair. The rest dripped onto the cement patio and I could smell the sex as the sun. I do not think it amounted to sadism, for the purpose of the exercise was to train me in submission and obedience,and so meet the deepest needs of many women, and not to inflict pain for its own sake. I should understand that women did not require abject slavery but loyalty, obedience and due respect. She did not grudge the time she gave me and my training at her hands never cost me a penny. I was a selected personality whose purpose in life was to get young women to appreciate the meaning of. As he reaches down and kisses me on the cheek, I turn my teary face toward him and smile.I can feel myself getting wet again, just looking into my uncle's face with my stomach and pussy so exposed, whether he is looking or not. I lift one knee up against the back of the couch. I smell like sex, as he kisses my salty tears, and then wipes them away with his thumbs.He speaks first. "I'm so sorry if I embarrassed you tight-cheeks, but I just had to let you finish." After a pause he continues, "I.